From the light we have sight and full belief of the might within home
From high heights, a flight to skin in brief overnight make it home
Tell me that it all ends up a spiral
That the waves give us tomorrow
Tell me to live and let live
From the light we take right of wrong belief
No foresight for our home
From high heights, some slight of full relief through the night in our home
Tell me that it all ends up a spiral
That the waves give us tomorrow
Tell me to live and let live
From the light we'll unite despite our grief for the plight of our home
From high heights birds recite sun's leitmotif, then our playwrite sends us home
Tell me that it all ends up a spiral
That the waves give us tomorrow
Tell me to live and let live from the light