Times are changing, we'll soon be facing. A story yet unknown. Don't deny it, we can't defy it. It'll happen on its own. . The past behind us, they're to remind us.
I don't think You had in mind. You set my city on a hill. For it's walls to be built up to keep the light in. Brick on brick I'm building still, yeah.
At the foot of the ocean. I'm hearing winds whisper and waves shout. The storm of the morning is clearing, the tide is running out. I'm feeling obviously small.