Seized by the mist and the platitude Of this speechless tide We've spot the foam, we've traced the absent vessel That will reverse our fate Will we drench in his trail Or will we navigate the horizon In search for the metonyms of loves now lost? Yet again we were forsaken into the dead calm Bearing a reminder of those shimmering coasts As promises carved in our memory There's no grasp on what awaits ahead Our certitude was molded into the matter of our doubts The very stone of the homes we're leaving behind But we will sail once more And just give ourselves to the swinging Between cruelty and lifelessness Spending lifetimes to seek for an imperceptible swell A dawn that never shines Lies hidden beneath the crest A pledge we cannot formulate That we will observe through a single act