Whatever we find is crystal in hindsight lines We hold to the last, memories past bombast Together we dream because all dreamers are free And when we're apart i don't know where to start No more stuttering With senses wrapped in tin One day by the sea Where there's no memory I will speak the truth I will see it through As our bodies blend As the sea and sand. Whatever we find is twisted in hindsight lines And what we forget digs us deep in debt.