With glass at your back
I'll wait inside
With flowers in your heart
It stays

Can you send the sea away?
I'll use your hands
Can you send the sea away?
I'll leave this here

These boards hurt my feet
Stars are not kind
This road is getting old
We'll leave

Can you send the sea away?
I'll use your hands
Can you send the sea away?
I'll leave this here

The roses are gone and I'm not sure we've ever seen them before
The salt cleans sores that are not felt for their time with him
And it's over
He stands with his will
In time he'll see the sand
And favor the place
He let go of the sea

Can you send the sea away?
I'll use your hands
Can you send the sea away?
I'll leave this here

With glass at your back
I'll wait inside
This road is getting old
We'll sail away
We'll sail away
We'll sail away
We'll sail away
We'll sail away
We'll sail away
We'll sail away
We'll sail away
We'll sail
We'll sail