They Are They

(mhm-mmmmm) (ahhh) They look into the water,

tracing lines upon their hands They walk along the borders of these

unfamiliar lands

They whisper names of ancient times but cannot find their own

They stand among the silent crowd,

together and alone (ooh) They are they,

but who are they now?

Lost beneath the quiet bough Searching for the face they knew (ahhh)

Their memories are running dry like rivers in the cold

A story left unfinished,

a legend left untold (mhm-mmmmm)

They turn their eyes to follow where the distant wind will blow

Lost in time (ooh) (ahhh)