So much gets lost in communication
our meanings, feelings and illusions
our dreams of a better tomorrow
if we could only talk with our minds
if we could only see what we leave behind
if we could only reach out with our souls

We did not know
we did not understand
we were not at the right moment
we were not at the right silence

And the storm came
we lost all connection
we lost ourselves in the mist
we stopped listening before the light could find us

Yet such destruction of meaning
such watery cleansing of our phrases
brings us joy and lightness
Isn’t that what we wanted?

So much gets lost in communication
and so much regained in the silence
so many have returned
so many have smiled
as long as we keep going through the mist
and we listen with our hearts