They said we'd walk with shadows and lead with our left foot
Hold the pain in our hands, just a whisper in our minds
We want off this road, we want ocean
We want soil, we want no guns
This is the first day in the rest of your life
We were told there'd be days like these sometime
Rivers to swim and mountains to climb
Down to the valleys
Lift the soil to look for a sign
In this atlas of our modern guilt
The illusion of time
Dreaming, sometimes swimming
Dreaming, sometimes swimming
Still dreaming holding onto the feeling
Trying not to give in
Sleepwalking into the ocean
Into the ocean
Into the ocean