Caught up, flesh be warned I have just begun to pull this thorn of needing and want, Here in these woods I will become undone Come to – find the place Where your heart can rest from this race Of breathing in and out There you can mend your ways With no doubt Wait 'til our bones are older, Our stones to reach the sky Yet still our walls are growing Into the Atlantic Ocean Outstretched on my own I have only begun to see blood Move through all my veins Here in my heart I will remain the same Wait 'til our bones are older, Our stones to reach the sky Until our hearts are open Thanks to the Atlantic Ocean With Grace I'll go With Faith I'll know It's in your heart It's in your mind And you were right Right, right