Out of water, into daughter
Formed in fable; waves of dolor
Pull up on the sail
Time is thinly veiled
With the harbourers eye hanging over
Spirit fleeting, hope retreating
Torrid morning; no words of warning
But how quickly she's breaching
Lovers hand I'll be reaching
Quick to start, early depart
Floating in the palisades
Staring with your lighthouse gaze
You're floating in the palisades
Staring with your lighthouse gaze
Well, what could have been will set me free
What could have been will set me free
What could have been will set me free
What could have been
What could have been will set me free
What could have been will set me free
What could have been will set me free
What could have been