As the moon pulled the waves offshore, And the sea turned its back on us. We were walking home on retreating tide. I felt the cold, I felt the sand. It was the first time we went back home, And we knew not for how long. Now, if you tell me here I don't belong, Then I'm done, I'll be gone. If you want me to leave this room I will quietly go. Just let me pack my things, And I'll silently be a fading memory. But we know you said quite a lot of things to me, And all I believed, all I believed. As the moon pulled the waves offshore, And your church burns down to the ground, We were walking home through the restless smoke, I felt the fire, I held your hand. Credits