On The Death Of The Waters

Lyrics for On The Death Of The Waters

From the wreck of the ark To the fading day of our star The light races, the light drags The moon rises, the moon sags Over the rolling waves And your hand's on the balcony As a spine pricks the world And the shudder deep is unheard But you feel it, oh my God As the spindle flies apart Turn your bow to the biggest wave But your angel's on holiday And that wave rises slowly And breaks