You hold the vial,
the dreams of all the others.
You hold the tide,
while all the others ride.

When the wave comes in
to break the shore -
no-one is there to break your fall -
no-one is there.

The birds, who sing
you into the heavens,
they turn into
the vultures of culture.

When they circle down
to tear you up -
no-one is there to guard your bones -
no-one is there.

I hold the vial,
I share my dreams, my stories.
I ride the tide
and slowly abide.

When the wave comes in
to break the shore -
will you be there to break my fall?
Will you be there?
Will you be there to break my fall?
Will you be there?

Finn Arild: Vocals and guitars.