On the shore lies a lost and broken dream.
Silver shines with its tickled memories.
In the night one can almost hear the past.
If they listen with their hearts on top the sand.

Why does no one realize the hidden truth is nothing more then life.
And I realise it each time I hear goodbye, pass from your lips.
No one realise, the hidden truth is nothing more then life.
and I realise it each time i hear goodbye, pass from your lips.

Hands achieve what the eyes have longed to grasp
A talisman of the promises and lies.
On this night she can almost hear him cry.
The strangest chilling wraps him as she carries on.