Memories like broken glass
Graze by the unspoken past
Silently glide to the ocean floor
Wild cries tear the night
Black crow in flight
Heavy tides rake low
In the undertow
Dawn breaks through
The screen of what can be
Dawn breaks through
Just might be the time to breathe
Loose memories dig back
Dark and light attract
Quietly ride the wake of war
Silhouette dangers, backlit bargains
Intimate strangers, lovers not friends
Secretly hide below
In the undertow
Dawn breaks through
The screen of what can be
Dawn breaks through
Just might be the time to breathe
We are made of stars
We are made of stars
We are made of stars, Stars!
Dawn breaks through
The screen of what can be
Dawn breaks through
Just might be the time to breath
Dawn breaks through
Just might be the time to breath