Hold on to the thread. The currents will shift glide me towards [you].
[You] know something's left.
And we're all allowed to dream of the next, oh ohh, of the next time we touch.
You don't have to stray the oceans away.
Waves roll in my thoughts. Hold tight the ring.
The sea will rise please stand by the shore.
Oh. Oh. Oh I will be, I will be there once more.
Uh huh. Oh. (x2