«I am standing up at the water's edge in my dream, I cannot make a single sound as you scream. It can't be that cold, the ground is still warm to touch. This place is so quiet, sensing that storm.I am standing up at the water's edge in my dream, I cannot make a single sound as you scream. It can't be that cold, the ground is still warm to touch. This place is so quiet, sensing that storm.
