A thunderstorm, a distant shore, I've witnessed this before
Patience was fleeting
If a thousand coins on the ocean floor would bring back love to me
I'll wait forever

Fill the sea with dreams of a wishing well
Waves bring back my coins to me
Drain the deep that teems with my empty shells
Slaves of sand still call for me
I once had love to give
I once had hoped to live
The rarest stones will break my bones and golden salt stops my lungs
The perfect limbs and haunting eyes begs the seas: begin to rise

Fill the sea with dreams of a wishing well
Waves bring back my coins to me
Drain the deep that teems with my empty shells
Slaves of sand still call for me

What grace is this that saves?
What grace is this that saves me?