Water Always Makes Waves
… countless crooked crosses
misty wraiths that slip my eye
a field of standing stones
marking souls who thought they could fly …
countless crooked crosses
misty wraiths that slip my eye
a field of standing stones
marking souls who thought they could fly
firelight eyes are bending
abstract fabrics heaven tends
I never understood that happy endings
can only happen when there’s an end
they said mind like water
in the stillness you’ll be saved
but a river god’s daughter reminded me
water always makes waves
oh …
water always makes waves
oh …
water always makes waves
