Lonely I be
Steve: Where is your beautiful heart?
Kirsten: Not yet set free
Kirsten: But how do you go these days?
Steve: Lonely I be
Steve: I was a Shepard yet I am lost
Kirsten: I was a rock that crumbled to dust
Kirsten: So sure footed yet I stumbled and fell
Steve: I was a deep ocean now a pale wishing
Both: well...
Steve: Sands pause before silent eyes
Kirsten: Snow drifts in round the eaves and the sides
Kirsten: And you were a drunken spirit following the winds desire
Steve: You were a new paddle floating out an angel's
Both: Side...
Kirsten: Oh...
Steve: Oh...
Kirsten: Oh...