Survivor, reach me. Don't just touch me.

Pull me in all directions, a starfish in the tide's wake,

and we'll learn about each other, deep inside the love we make.

The survivor of the night; dreams that find the day.

A single hope that holds on as colours find their way.
The growing sky, speading out. Golden rays, and violet light.


Survivor of the darkness; laugher like a child.
Tell the simple story of a stallion running wild.
Rising hunger, goes astray. Our new feelings, lead the way.


Oh, my survivor, everything you hold inside,
can be given as a gift that you don't need to hide.

Pull me in all directions, a starfish in the tide's wake
and we'll learn about each other deep inside the love we make.


Survivor of the shadows hidden in the rain,
feel the heat of a dying sun.
One last time, again,

many miles in rear view.
One more season spent with you,
spent with you.