And
By,
When
The
World
Runs
Dry,
If
The
Sea
Invades
The
Land,
Take
My
Hand
When
There’s
Nothing
Left
To
Do,
Then
We
Will
Go,
Me
And
You,
Rise
To
Where
The
Eagle
Flies
And
On
The
Mountain
High,
Prepare
To
Catch
The
Wind
And
With
An
Echoing
Sigh,
Die
And
Dissolve
Into
The
Solace
Of
The
Sky.