Bridges (Stringth In Numbers) — текст песни (dispatch)

the furrowed bed of sand worries again
as it had before, waves left the land.
for the falling leaves the child weepeing alone,
he`s letting go of the anchor and all the lines...
waiting for the fingers of the grey wave
of 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.
and this wake can take me out to sea.
I can see her, she is calling me
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