[Verse 1] Warm sand, late sun Shells half-buried in a crooked line He was there, just under the surface Heart like a tide that never quite arrives Every grain knew his secret Every wave rehearsed his name Sky held its breath at the shoreline As if the clouds were waiting too [Chorus] He was waiting for §hï For the touch that names the dust For the hands that draw a circle In the drifted, fragile crust He was waiting for §hï For the breath that bends the sea For a voice to cross the water Say, "Come closer. Come be me." (oh) [Verse 2] Footprints start from the distance Thin as thought, then suddenly clear He can feel each careful step Like a knock along the pier Fingers sift through the silence Stacking towers, tracing eyes Every curve a quiet question Every curve pulls him to rise [Chorus] He was waiting for §hï For the touch that names the dust For the hands that draw a circle In the drifted, fragile crust He was waiting for §hï For the breath that bends the sea For a voice to cross the water Say, "Come closer. Come be me." (yeah) [Bridge] Was he dream or was he memory Old as foam along the stone Did §hï make him from the shoreline Or reveal what lay in bone? [Chorus] He was waiting for §hï For the touch that makes him real For the hands that dare imagine What the deep has learned to seal He was waiting for §hï And the first word set him free As the tide reached for their ankles Whispered softly, "You are we."
