Time has told me not to ask for more, someday our ocean will find its shore.

Life is but a memory Happened long ago. Theatre full of sadness For a long forgotten show.

And see she flies, and she is everywhere.

I woke early like a condemned man to the naivety of birdsong.

Time has told me not to ask for more, someday our ocean will find its shore.

I never felt magic crazy as this I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea I never held emotion in the palm of my hand Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree But now you're here Brighten my northern sky.

I think there's something extraordinarily nice about seeing the dawn up before one goes to bed, [] there's something uncanny about it.