Pure Shores - All Saints
I ve crossed the deserts for miles
Swam water for time
Searching places to find
A piece of something to call mine
A piece of something to call mine
Coming closer to you
Went along many moors
Walked through many doors
The place where I want to be
Is the place I can call mine
Is the place I can call mine
Coming closer to you
I m moving I m coming
Can you hear, what I hear
It s calling you my dear
Out of reach
I can hear it, calling you
I m coming not drowning
Swimming closer to you
Never been here before
I ve been tricked out I m sure
I m searching for more
I ve got something that s all mine
I ve got something that s all mine
Take me somewhere I can breathe
I ve got so much to see
This is where I want to be
In a place I can call mine
In a place I can call mine
I m moving I m coming
Can you hear, what I hear
It s calling you my dear
Out of reach
I can hear it, calling you
I m coming not drowning
Swimming closer to you
Moving, coming
Can you hear what I hear?
I hear it calling you
Swimming closer to you
Many faces I have seen
Many places I have been
Walked the deserts
swam the shores
Many faces I have know
Many way in which I ve grown
Moving closer on my own
I move it I feel it
I m coming not drowning
I move it I feel it
I m coming not drowning
I m moving I m coming
Can you hear, what I hear
It s calling you my dear
Out of reach
I can hear it
calling you
I m coming not drowning
Swimming closer to you
I m moving I m coming
Can you hear,
what I hear
It s calling you my dear
Out of reach
I can hear it
calling you
I m coming not drowning
Swimming closer to you
I m moving I m coming
Can you hear
What I hear
It s calling you my dear
Out of reach