How do we get to that other shore?
The one none of us has ever seen before
Except on postcards and brochures
Making their way around
Places like that do not exist
They told us while we were still innocents
To keep us from blooming into optimists
And bringing their system down
Take me to the riverside
I'm dying to myself tonight gracefully
Let those gentle waves of love flow over me
Let those gentle waves of love flow over me
Come take my hand, lead me out of here
For I have grown weary of this atmosphere
And I'm ready to brave all I've known to fear
In light of Your promises
