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