The vacant space upon times etheral shores br Has me asking if Odysseus has ever touched before? br br The waves lapping, swirling sand across my feet br Leaves me little gold that I might keep br br The thistle and thorns woven into a crown to wear br Placed upon with such gentle care br br The shores all rock and a cliff so high br How can I just climb on by? br br Moments are dark, the sea will free br Come follow to the ends with me br br The isle is small just temporal best br Back home from a ten year's quest br br He wades the shores and falls to knees br She bends down to claim his ease br br They embrace the winds of time br That binds them to the threads of mindbr br Midnights Voicebr br