The ache of the sky
As thunder rolls in 
The clash of summer 
With the weather to win

And I walk with the tide
And I sing with the breeze
And I get the feel that I 
Am picked up off my knees 

As I lift myself to the dawn 
There's sun in the air 
And the feeling of presence
Now that you are there

And who says winter
Is anything but
Somewhere to stand
And place your foot

As the trees sway
In the evening breeze
There's something about love
And the way that it frees

You from the moving 
Tide with the sea
There is an ocean 
That you get to be