What is this divine instinct That turns my palms to granite Static body ever turning I just can't understand it Is it the way you feel Reflections seem so real Behind your eyes Waves rise and sigh Just drift away Don't fight the tide Repeating Moving closer Dreams of an ascension Inside my hollow chamber Divine intervention Is it the way you feel Reflections seem so real Behind your eyes Waves rise and sigh Just drift away Don't fight the tide Is it the way you feel Reflections seem so real Behind your eyes Waves rise and sigh Just drift away Don't fight the tide