Orange Skies and Silver Waves

He walks alone where the shoreline bends;

With a tide like time that never ends;

Orange fire spills across the sand;

Soft as a promise in his open hand;

The day slips slowly into gold;

The tender light begins to hold;

Every footstep fades away;

As the ocean learns to pray;

And the sun sinks low in a blaze of flame;

Painting the water like it knows his name;

The sky turns bright where the world meets sea;

And everything feels like a memory;

Oh, that golden glow, it sets him free;

In the mirror of the waves, he can finally see;

He watches colors in the rippling glass;

As the last one moment's hurried past;

Breath by breath, the evening falls;

Softly echoing nature's calls;

The breeze speaks low through the shore;

Like a secret he has heard before;

Every wave returned to shore;

Yeah, it leaves him longing for a little more;

And the sun sinks low in a blaze of flame;

Painting the water like he knows his name;

The sky turns bright where the world meets sea;

And everything feels like a memory;

Oh, that golden glow, it sets him free;

In a mirror of the waves he can finally see;

Maybe peace is just this view;

A quiet heart, a sky so blue;

Even when the night comes near;

The light still lingers;

Clear in the air;

And the lawn will sing slow in a blaze of flame;

Painting the water like it knows his name;

Got a hearse right where the world meets sea;

Anything feels like a memory;

Oh, that golden glow;

It sets him free;

In the mirror of the way;

Finally see;

Black, black, black, black;

He walks on tape;

All the colors fade;

In the gentle wake that dusk has made;

Orange sky;

Don't let me go;

Don't let me go;