Sanoja: Holly Miranda. Magician's Private Library. Waves.

I've watched you walk so many times
Of all the years that made us blind
Why you, why you let it all
Be like some prison in your mind?

It doesn't need to be
It doesn't need to be

So where do the waves go, my love?
Where do the waves go, my love?

Solid or liquid, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
Solid or liquid, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know

And you must speak your life into existence
This intent is so much more
Than just a means to end all of this suffering
This needless pain that stains your face

And it doesn't need to be
It doesn't need to be

So where do the waves go, my love?
Where do the waves go, my love?

Solid or liquid, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know
Solid or liquid, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know

Ooh, ooh, we wait so long, babe
To become just one heart

Ooh, ooh, we wait so long, babe
To become just one heart