Corridors The vaste seaside Watch the waves break We're swept away And reabsorbed by the tide The tide we yearned for That no one seem to recall The night The moon Consumed by mistral I lie awaiting I lie awaiting the chime Of seabirds flying about And rise above Cold is the tide We're buried and soaked United we sink Into the ocean Still there was a time We used to be gods Those times are dead Tide against us With no direction We walked the same shores The cold bit like fire Tide against us Chaos, our last chance To be carried away by the storm Cold is the tide We're buried and soaked United we sink Into the ocean Still there was a time We used to be gods Those times are dead Tide against us Cold is the tide We're buried and soaked United we sink Into the ocean Still there was a time We used to be gods Those times are dead Tide against us The shores The night The moon Consumed by mistral I lie awaiting I lie awaiting your eyes I lie I lie I lie awaiting your eyes