[Verse 1] The parchment fades, the ink is worn, A distant promise, thinly spun. The compass spinning, still and slow, While roads we followed start to overgrow. The glass is empty on the sill, But a phantom scent lingers here still. A thread of light, pulled from the past, Too fine a moment, made too quick to last. [Chorus] Oh, the tide will turn and the current flows, But the echo stays where the water goes. A whisper on the shore, a ripple on the glass, A promise of the moments that will never pass. We stand beneath the shadow of the year that’s gone, And trace the line where memory was drawn. [Verse 2] And in the turning of the day, The things we hold just slip away. We try to gather up the dust, And place our fragile, misplaced trust. But through the mist, a light appears, To settle down the restless years. A gentle current, calm and deep, A solemn vow we try to keep. [Pre-Chorus] A solemn vow we try to keep. [Chorus] Oh, the tide will turn and the current flows, But the echo stays where the water goes. A whisper on the shore, a ripple on the glass, A promise of the moments that will never pass. We stand beneath the shadow of the year that’s gone, And trace the line where memory was drawn. [Outro] A ripple on the glass...
