Setting Scalpels Free

In the skies, there is a whisper
In the trees, there is a wind
On the sands, the waves are rolling
Battered hopes are floating in
In your veins, the tide is turning
And the ships are sailing home
In your knees, there is a trembling
With the thought, they’re free to roam
Is it gonna last?
Is it gonna last?
Is it gonna last?
Is it gonna last?
Is it gonna last?
In the clouds, there is a keyhole
In the light, there is a key
On the shore, there is a doctor
Setting all his scalpels free
In your stomach, there’s a prophet
Turning water into wine
In your chest, there is a hunchback
Pulling all his bells to chime
Is it gonna last?
Is it gonna last?
Is it gonna last?
Is it gonna last?
Is it gonna last?
Is it gonna last?
Is it gonna last?
Is it gonna last?
Is it gonna last?