I've been stolen by an ocean's undertow
Been abandoned in a forest that's yet to grow
but in the air there's still something
I'll be on track again
cuz the night and I are still so young
I composed an overture line of subtle tones
rich in color, now a line of endless drones
what was once symphony
is now white noise to me
but the night and I are still so young
I will paint these memories until they're new
sea green, white smoke, dark orchid and iron blue
these hands hold hope again
their lips whisper 'amen'
and the night and I are still so young