On a day like this, a hundred lifetimes ago You on a shore, across the point I looked through my hands and you drew me a line On a world like this, a hundred turns left to go Deep in a room, which I've never seen Outside it's so cold but I'm waiting for time
Plenty of islands between now and then Rocks break the boats of the painted face men And they drown, and they're born
In a storm like this, a hundred kisses of snow You with another so easily sleep What's real and what's dreamt become close and entwine