Beyond the ocean, beyond the sea We go beyond without a plea The earth is ashed. it seems like we're free But something slowly guides us here
A thousand ways, the countless days, The pangs of love were drowned in maze What time is it now? And where we are? It seems like we're back to the start
A flower's growing in the distant sands It was deeply buried, but it blooms again Her betrayal is just a page in the past Does she think that it could be the last and always? The desert is crying, praying for the rain Step by step we follow something more than saint
The piece of Heaven is in our hands Should we kill or should we save? The flowers wilt, we wilt with them Should we live or dig another grave?
A flower's growing in the distant sands There are only two who can smell its scent