In the dead of night I feel the tide I see the wreckage in the sea we left behind All the places that we went have lost their names All the churches where we stopped are empty frames We were oil and water lying side by side We did everything we could trying to collide ♪ In the quiet hour you were hard to read A predicament with no reprieve All the places that we went have lost their names All the churches where we stopped are empty frames We were oil and water lying side by side We did everything we could trying to collide