When the all-knowing sea,
Restless waves and open arms,
Are obsolete.
And I will see you once again.
When you whisper to me,
That the life we want,
Was never meant to be.
And we can live like it's pretend.
And what better time than now,
Could there be to let it.
What better time than now,
Could there be to call the tides into better fortune.
When the birds circle 'round,
Like the vultures that have kept you,
On the ground.
And the sky is all but crying.
On the first day of spring,
I will melt this wax,
Upon your fettered wing.
And to the fiery sun go flying
And what better time than now,
Could there be to let it.
What better time than now,
Could there be to call the tides into better fortune.
Ooooo
Cold comfort underneath the sun,
Do you see,
That the waves are growing faster,
As they roll.
The swell, up above,
Overheard. Like an albatross.
And everything we've ever known,
Will be all but lost.
Do you see,
There between the dreams,
Of autumn's memories.
And would you say that we were lying,
To ourselves,
To our needs,
To the countless that depend on us to breathe.
I believe that greed is dying.
And what better time than now,
Could there be to let it.
What better time than now,
Could there be to call the tides into better fortune.
What better time.