Tides rise under silver moon tonight
Salted foam over broken memory
Cold water holds every promise
Fading stars guide weary hearts, still burning
Waves carry every vow
Hold fast through storm, hearts awake
Salt and tears carve brighter wake
Lost, still breathing
Hands toward morning flame
Driftwood, worn prayers
Old scars turn into quiet strength
When the tide turns, night trembles
Brave souls stand again
Hold fast through storm, hearts awake
Salt and tears carve brighter wake
Lost, still breathing
Hands toward morning flame
Falling tide pulls every sorrow
I am wrath, I am the blinding light
I am wrath, I am the blinding light
Hold fast through storm, hearts awake
Salt and tears carve brighter wake
Lost, still breathing
Hands toward morning flame
Rising dawn over endless water
Faith sails onward