Chosen, golden
My tongue is bitter but my mind’s open
Breathing it in
Never noticed, but it feels so cold at night
Keep an eye on me, ’cause it’s finally time
And I’m ready

(Though we won’t walk)

What if I fell?
Would it be so blinding?
Would it taste the same to me, on the way down?
Never noticed, but it feels so
Keep an eye on, it’s finally time
And I’m ready

Though we won’t walk in the promised land, we stand
Hungry for ocean, and the silence
Though we won’t walk in the promised land, we stand
Hungry for ocean, and the silence

No, we won’t walk-