RestnOn top of the water nownThere's no weather, there's no windnAnd I am in a pregnant silencenA calm before it will all catch up and be going full speednAnd I am trying to keep one step aheadnnUnguided, as in there are no rulesnDon't let me crash into the shorenLighthouse!nYou are who can tell me where is safenWhere is soundnnAlso I do not want to tread waternNever swimming for fear of itnnWe moved like plants grewnNo, like continents shiftednNo, like planets rotatednIt was the unnoticeable bend of the earthnFlat to usnnOne day we will get a rude awakeningnSaying all we have learned is wrongnOr it has no power herenIn the end this is not a cure-allnIt won't fill cracks or heal woundsnIn the end we're the bend of the earthnFlat to the eye