cross over the sea take what you need turning of leaves fall into the sun take everyone willing to see plan a day to slip away unseen hone you mind live for the time and me out over the hill perched on a sill looking within now lost on a plane reeling again feeling quite sane plan a day to slip away unseen scour the land drink from the hand that dreams finding falter on the rounds our heads may reach the clouds longing for a way back home or do you think aloud far out from the shore feeling no more where this will lead thoughts only on now never of how it came to be plan a day to slip away unseen scour the land drink from the hand that dreams finding falter on the rounds our heads they reach the clouds longing for a way back home or do you think aloud lost over the sea take what you need turning of leaves lost over the sea take what you need turning of leaves lost over the sea take what you need turning of leaves