I've been stolen by an ocean's undertow Been abandoned in a forest that's yet to grow but in the air there's still something I'll be on track again cuz the night and I are still so young I composed an overture line of subtle tones rich in color, now a line of endless drones what was once symphony is now white noise to me but the night and I are still so young I will paint these memories until they're new sea green, white smoke, dark orchid and iron blue these hands hold hope again their lips whisper amen and the night and I are still so young