You can still turn around and come back up to solid ground, to the surface, take back the air you craved for so long and cut your anchors loose forever. They will bring you down in this place where waves push you further. Fight for your place in the Sun, for your place under the heavens. So cut your anchors loose my friend, set your sails homeward again; we all stand at the edge, on the borderline, with the ocean facing us as it whispers Death. [Solo: Jef Fortin] Through the waves and the rising tides, we stand alone (we stand alone). "The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air, the mouth of water, the beard of earth" [William Blake, Proverbs of Hell] [Solos: M-A/Vince]