If oceans collide;
If the moon crossed the sun...
I'm waisting my breath,
With no name and no one.

The silence of the sound, 
And the color of the night. 
And the sound from the thoughts, 
And the thought with no light.

The way I’ve been sinking, 
Amounted to the light. 
There’s nothing but space, 
And the dove can’t take flight...

Silence of the sound, 
And the colors of the night... 
The sound from the thought, 
And the thought from the light...