Lyrics: Counting ships in all their glory-Who am I to chant my story-Who am I to whisper in despair-Words like these are ordinary-Come and go like passing faeries-And I wish that you were here to stay-But then I catch myself and look outside-I see those birds they fly so high And clichés are just lying in the haze-While all those mountains speak so low-Seems ordinary comes and goes-But you will never walk this home again-Cars are passing on the bridge-Time is moving forward, moving on…