this water keeps washing the shore
and though a lot has changed
so much is just as it was before
someone's building castles in the sand
castles waiting to get wiped away

sometimes the waves leave behind something of the sea
some long-forgotten words
on how to let these streams run free
and then the storm comes by
mother takes their hand
and they slowly surrender to the rain

we might have just tied the rope
a bit too high above
and the sky we're hanging from
is slowly starting to let go

seasons change, yesterday it started to snow
and still they're building castles
perhaps there's something
they'd like to show?
or maybe they have got too close
to see themselves anymore?

everything is flowing
once again the water's changing form
as it starts to move away
still waiting to be reborn
the skies come crashing down
revealing that there's much more to be seen

we might have just tied the rope
a bit too high above
and the sky we're hanging from
is slowly starting to let go