It's possible that
Even when we were younger
Our pockets full and
Never knowing hunger
Charmed like sleepwalkers on a precipice
Dreaming as one inside our chrysalis
Out the summer windows
In through winter doors
Ever falls the twilight
On our jagged shores
Where once was land
Of rare and rolling mountains.
The sea came in
Through all our golden fountains
The truth is as sudden as a hailstorm
And guides weary sailors to the maelstrom
Out the summer windows
In through winter doors
Ever falls the twilight
On our jagged shores
Out the summer windows
In through winter doors
Ever falls the twilight
On our jagged shores