The rising
Rising in the distance
Feel no resistance
Weightless and free
Gliding
Gliding on this feeling
Ever increasing
In frequency
Searching
For the perfect moment
Stand still, time's frozen
Wait patiently
Trying
But can't pull us under
Won't steal our thunder
Now we'll soon break free
On a wave
Crashing once more
We'll make this last
Trust me now and hold fast
Say the word
We're gonna break through
All things must pass
I'm asking you to hold fast
On a wave
Crashing once more
We'll make this last
Trust me now and hold fast
Say the word
We're gonna break through
All things must pass
I'm asking you to hold fast
