[ Featuring Joseph Taylor, Rob Cass ]
The sky is turning grey as ash
Alone she stalks in a hood of gold
I feel like I'm forming into something new
The ships roll by with tattered sails
With sailors blinded, mute and tied
The weavers twist the spider webs of time
I feel I'm forming into something new
The waves they turn a shade of crystal blue
The ripples whirl, the tornado twists
Ships hit and splinter into bits
The ocean forming into something new
Deckmen claw with their fingertips
As the waves crash down upon their ships
Something gone, something comes that's new
I feel I'm forming into something new
The waves have gone a shade of crystal blue
I feel I'm forming into something new
The waves have gone a shade of crystal blue
Crystal blue
Crystal blue
Crystal blue
