

(ooh-aah) Drifting in the tide
Waiting for the rise
Heavy air across the floor
Moving slow, I want you more
Circles turning in my chest
Breathing out the quiet rest
I can feel the current take control
Pouring gold into my soul
Let it break
Wash it over, take my hand
Far beyond the sleeping land
Every beat is pure and clear
Nothing left to hold me here
(ooh-aah, pure and
clear)
Fading traces in the dark
Catching fire from a spark
Steady rhythm keeps the pace
Lost inside an open space
Pulling closer to the edge again
Tell me where the colors end
Let it break
Wash it over, take my hand
Far beyond the sleeping land
Every beat is pure and clear
Nothing left to hold me here
(nothing left to hold me
here)
Drifting away... (hummmm)
Pure and clear