Walking On Stones

The New Frontiers

Compositor: Nathan Pettijohn

I'm awake in my bed,
From the words that you said,
When you told me that you were in love,
Now the oil in my skin,
Fuels a fire from within,
For too long I have been,
In a dream.

If I choose to stay,
Caught up in the waves,
I'll not be afriad.

If I followed you down,
With my feet on the ground,
Could you save me from my disbelief?
Cause we've been walking on stones,
With a chill in our bones,
Now the water is creeping up on me.

If I choose to stay,
Caught up in the waves,
I'll not be afriad.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh..