black sand and a pillow of winds i turn around and you've left again how many times do i expect your fall you sigh from below the line from the safe side of goodbye the wind shifts and it's calling, it's calling so round we go with your hold on me you're pulling me and i'll let go it's just your light on me simplicity like the moon to the sea
black night and i'm waiting for you as if our mirrors could light our fortune how many tides til i accept defeat you're suspended out of reach i know what's lost is what you try to keep and what you give is repeating, repeating so round we go with your hold on me you're pulling me and i'll let go this is what should be