Washed along and winding up here
Everyone is living on, burdened with their parts to play
They become single strands of seaweed
And continue their journeys before the dawn… floating gently
Washed along and winding up here
Our history was always afraid of something, but carrying on
Who exactly was I, back then?
Afraid,
I couldn’t open my eyes… but now
I get the feeling that I could believe
Down in the depths of the sea
We fought through great, great unease
And finally met one another
It’s grand, it’s grand
There’s nothing but beautiful things
And it made us feel so alone
Paddling the water, painting the cracks
We searched for what we were missing
Maybe beyond this place… maybe there’s something there
Washed along, we, every one of us
We seem to have lost something and come here
They say that we’re not born with nothing, we’re born with a blank slate
So, it’s only natural to feel sorrow
Gulping in the light with thirsty lungs, up in the depths of the sky
Atop the vast, vast earth
Countless prayers were born
Shedding huge, huge tears
We traveled the world, and during our journey
Penning a map, picturing our dreams
We searched for the reason we breathed
Maybe in these times, in this place… Maybe there’s something we can do
Just a little bit farther
Just a little bit farther
And we’ll be linked together
I am…
You are…
Our bodies are…
A great, great miracle
We fought through great unease and finally met one another
It’s grand, there’s nothing but beautiful things
And it made us feel so alone
Paddling the water, painting the cracks
We searched for what we were missing
Maybe beyond this place… maybe there’s something there
Maybe in these times, in this place… I think there’s something we can do