Two ghosts at sea
Search for a sailing breeze
Two fill their hands
With grains of fallen sand
Above the sand and endless green they float
Translucent shrouds in need of winds to blow
And if the sea
By a blinding light [?]
They'll have to hide under the surging tide
Where cold white faces manifold themselves
And brittle bodies press on broken shells
Time can fly
Let sleeping dogs lie
Time can fly
Let sleeping dogs lie
Time can fly
Time can fly
Let sleeping dogs lie
[Instrumental]
Time can fly
Lеt sleeping dogs lie
Time can fly
Let sleeping dogs liе
Time can fly
Time can fly
Let sleeping dogs lie