A call from the ocean;
a bird in the trees;
I'm stepping outside of the line.
The softest of whispers;
a song in the breeze;
its hard to resist this design.
So open your arms to me,
come to my window,
and speak my name to the rising tide.
Pull me out from the deep.
Speak my name to the open skies.
Share your secret with me.
So I can see...
So I can see...
The silence is haunting the space by the door.
The walls are illusions I've seen.
There's more than just one thing I've never planned for...
worlds coming apart at the seams.
But i'll pass the sidewalks,
you'll come to my windows,
and speak my name to the rising tide.
Pull me out from the deep.
Speak my name to the open skies.
Share your secret with me.