The Breaking Waves

The tide's rushing in
Run like the wind
Oh, Laughter!
Oh, beautiful, beautiful
Laughter

He would take her hand
From a cold, blue world
And take out the pain
If he could only find a way

And sorrow would leave her
And beautiful words
And she'd be a person
Just like the others

no.

Leave me to stand here
The tide rushing in
Hold me for a moment
More

How to leave all the children
Inside of her eyes
A Magical novel
That slips under the waves

He lets her go

The tide's rushing in
She screams... RUN LIKE THE WIND
Oh, Sorrow!
Oh, beautiful, beautiful
Sorrow

He leaves her
In swallowing rapture