Rolling like a cobra, one life to spend, drifting through the heavens where the oceans they end. and there’s no longer the sea no longer the sun, my ship and the waves have all swirled into one.
And i’m off past the vision, the line of the light, Where oceans turn waterfalls, daytime turns night. And no people return, no stories to tell, And i watched through the door for the toll of the bell.
And we fly…
One with the raging wind, Alive on the highest tides, My ship at sail can climb a mountain, Ride it to the sky.