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