Setting Scalpels Free
In the skies there is a whisper; In the trees there is a wind; On the sands the waves are rolling; Battered hopes are floating in; In your veins the tide is turning; And the ships are sailing home; In your knees there is a trembling; With the thought they're free to roam; Is it going to last?; Is it going to last...; In the clouds there is a keyhole; In the light there is a key; On the shore there is a doctor; Setting all his scalpels free; In your stomach there's a prophet; Turning water into wine; In your chest there is a hunchback; Pulling all his bells to chime; Is it going to last?; Is it going to last...; 