Bridges — текст песни (dispatch)

The furrowed bed of sand worries again
As it had before, waves left the land
For the falling leaves the child weeping alone,
He`s letting go of the anchor and all the lines...
waiting for the fingers of the grey wave
or his mother`s hand to roll over him
with endless water...10,000 bridges
Show me father.
Now I`m older, now much older
And this wake can take me out to sea
I feel the pull beneath my feet
I can see her, she is calling
I can feel her there...I can feel her there
waiting for the fingers of the grey wave
or his mother`s hand to roll over him
with endless water...10,000 bridges
Show me father.