Everything is open Nothing is set in stone Rivers turn to oceans Oceans tide you home Home is where the heart is But your heart had to roam Drifting over bridges Never to return Watching bridges burn
Nobody is an island Everyone had to go Pillars turn to butter Butterflying low Low is where your heart is But your heart has to grow Drifting under bridges Never with the flow
Everywhere there's trouble Nowhere's safe to go Pushes turn to shovels Shovelling the snow Frozen you have chosen The path you wish to go Drifting now forever And forever more Until you reach your shore