Home, left herhomeland miles behind. The hunter she walks, on the seacoast way with her path before her. Crash, and the driftwood floats, evermore. It's the salt on my skin leaving their mark, where the walls once towered.
Oh, it's more than a dream; It's a play, the tides attending. Oh, our world comes apart at the seams
From the chaos, scared and afraid, I will wander. I will remain strong, but it sets with the sun. Hopeless, I'm chasing the dawn. And I wander, wander on. [×2]