The horizon is on fire, the sun has kissed the sea goodnight
With midas' lips and a blaze is now burning beyond the skyline.
It will not reach me, but it will keep me warm for a while
Long enough for the lovers and the lonely to both feel alive.

The waves will stand up tall and sing
They will cry out, crest and sink
My fingers will press on strings
I will lie down, rest, and think.

An afternoon of throwing stones into the sea,
Wishing each one was a memory.
Hardened little heartaches that could just be cast away
By soft hands that miss how you feel.

The waves will stand up tall and sing
They will cry out, crest and sink
My fingers will press on strings
I will lie down, rest and think.