Where the woods would wear the wafting sounds of sea
Roves an oath, in search for something more to be
Still hard for me


Treading lightly, tightly shedding its old skin
Leaving trails of night for light to bring chagrin

While air grows thin

Wailing winds, alarm, in feathers it have dressed

Surrounding what's left inside its chest
We too shall rest


Roaring lungs, as oath becomes through flight past trees
Only the rhythm of love escapes the harmonies
Leaving us a beat


In these hands I'll hide, in these hands I'll hide
While this world collides, this world collides

It's not enough for me, it's not enough for me

In these hands I'll hide, in these hands I'll hide

(Where the woods would wear the wafting sounds of sea)
While this world collides, this world collides
(Where the woods would wear the wafting sounds of sea)

It's not enough for me, it's not enough for me

In these hands I'll hide, in these hands I'll hide

While this world collides, this world collides
It's not enough for me, it's not enough for me