Make an Ocean

The day has left nothing of its quiet dissipation

Just a bit of starry language lifting heavy eyes

The plague of the big cold hearted speculation

A hundred dreams of peaceful things of eden rise

Move your hand

Across the void of my heart

Move your hand

Across the void of my soul

Move your hand

Across this land of dry bones

And make an ocean

Make an ocean

Make an ocean

The answers lay silent against all expectation

Just a bit of starry language and lingering lies

Ghost and the host sifting through desolation

The haunted dreams of peaceful things of eden rise

Move your hand

Cross the void of my heart

Move your hand

Cross the void of my soul

Move your hand

I'm just a bag of dry bones

Make an ocean

Make an ocean

Make an ocean

Make an ocean

Make an ocean

Make an ocean

Bright flame of hope

Trembling like a sword

In the hand of a man who does not want more

Move your hand

Cross the void of my heart

Move your hand

Cross the void of my soul

Move your hand

Cross the darkness of my mind

Move your hand

Oh and let there be light

Move your hand

Cross the void in my soul

Make an ocean

Make an ocean

Make an ocean

Oh make an ocean

Make an ocean

Make an ocean