In the skies there is a whisper

In the trees there is a wind

On the sands the waves are rolling

Battered hopes are floating in

In your veins the tide is turning

And the ships are sailing home

In your knees there is a trembling

With the thought they're free to roam

Is it going to last?

Is it going to last...

In the clouds there is a keyhole

In the light there is a key

On the shore there is a doctor

Setting all his scalpels free

In your stomach there's a prophet

Turning water into wine

In your chest there is a hunchback

Pulling all his bells to chime

Is it going to last?

Is it going to last...