Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea

Then watch the ripples that unfold into me

My face spill so gently into your eyes

Disturbing the waters of our lives

Shreads of our memories are lying on your grass

Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past

Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields

Letters of your memories are not real

Instrumental (2:14 - 4:24)

Well, sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat

In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hope

The daybreak is your midnight, the colours have all died

Disturbing the waters of our lives,

Of our lives, lives, lives