Timberline

I tiptoe softly to the timberline
Where part of me is waiting
On the other side
Have I lost her?
Have I lost her?
Have I lost her?

I feel a rushing
From the underground
Where part of me is blooming
Where my silence is a sound
Have I lost her?
Have I lost her?
Have I lost her?

Oh, sweet Savannah
Your boundary's full blown
But you're not for me
No, not for me
You're not for me

I pass through bright currents
And meet the reflection of me
The part of me still believing
In the worlds I have not seen
Have I lost her?
Thought I lost her
Never lost
Never lost...