The oceans tide and seasons tried,
'Til you meet yourself again in time.
Let us free fall within grace,
As we age on the years like wine.
Latter days of latter gaze,
Latter phase of latter ways..
'Til one day and come what may,
We've outgrown the past and
Our coiled dead skin is miles behind.
We eventually grow 'til we reach past
The cloudy sky and you glimpse down
And then we suddenly realize..
After we've found eachother,
There's nothing else left to find.