I'm a folding petal
In your wind-torn stare
We uncover what's been hiding
As the mysteries speak
In riddles of air
Through the ecstasy of silence
In the golden meadow
I see you there
And the beauty of it
Blinds me
Floods rising inside
A soaring eagle glides
While the raging river cries free
Oh, can it be
We tend to lie
To deceive
Oh, can it be
We're just another page
In history
Broken billows roar
Stretched upon the shore
May what we cherish perish pain
Let the hot tears pour
Let them run into your core
That's your soul becoming rain