Give me peace to find
On the waters edge
Watch the floating leaves
They're my thought of dread
Left by the way side, it
Flows down the stream now, I'm
Waiting of you to make
Your move, your move
In days you count them down,
Form when your letters send
No reply, the silence
Shakes the mind, it's withering
Left by the way side, it
Flows down the stream now, I'm
Waiting for your to make
Your move, your move
Burned in the wood fire, now
All that's left is ashes
I'm waiting of you to make
Your move your move
Got to be making
Got to be making
Move
Got to be making
Got to be making
Move
Got to be making
Got to be making
Move
Got to be making
Got to be making
Move
Got to be making
Got to be making
Your move
Got to be making
Got to be making
Your move
Got to be making
Got to be making
Your move
Got to be making
Got to be making
Your move, your move, yeah
Now the sights and sounds
Of the world you thought you knew
Are a distant memory
Waves they crash
And take it all away
Left by the way side, it
Flows down the stream now, I'm
Waiting for your to make
Your move, your move
Burned in the wood fire, now
All that's left is ashes
I'm waiting of you to make
Your move your move
Make Your Move
Make Your Move
Your move