J. Whitney / R. Chapman Slowly watch the tide turn Far too late then we learn There are only stars that are burning Then, quietly the room folds into two As mirror and window hold the view Bright on all sides, holding the eye Leaving, you stand on Spanish Tide Here it begins, leading me on Destiny will show soon As arrows start to fly The brightest ring around the moon Will darken as you cry Services demanded For who puts claim to some A million stars to ask for Could only think of one Now it's for real, taking me down Slowly watch the tide turn Circle years, we could learn There are only stars that are burning