The Plain of Two Mists

The sand and worms beneath my feat
Will one day eat my bones
When the flesh that keeps me prisoner
Has grown rotten and old
And I am so afraid

There are many where's and many when's
But how am I to know which one to choose to be in?

From across the sea
Two waves may meet
For just a moment
But it's all they need
It's all they need

She appears among the waters
And I fall upon my knees
Her wander stretches miles
And promises release from my body
And my soul

And across the the sea
Where the waves will meet
In the heart of the setting sun
Lies the land of the young