When there are no waves and if there is no fire
Nothing left to say
Lie along the edge and hope it's never near
Help is on the way
Floating far
Waiting in the grey
Hold to something
Only for a way
When there are no cracks and if there is no light
Something chose the way
Laying in a gap, the words in between
Help is on the way
Floating far
Waiting in the grey
Hold to something
Only for a way
Floating far
Waiting in the grey
Hold to something
Only for a way