Words in the Water

Standing knee-deep in

Cold water, swiftly moving

Somehow I knew I'd lost something, oh

Wading waist deep

I saw a book there in the river

Waiting for me to find it there

I tried to read it

Neck deep, treading water

The tide, it pulled me out to sea

Then with water in my eyes

The words began to rise from their place

They were beautiful and dread

I reached for them and fed on each phrase

They were honey on my lips

But then a bitter twist in my side

I knew they'd lay me in my grave

"Is there no one who can save me?" I cried, oh

Sinking, down deep through

Cold water, heavy silence

Shadows stirring in the gloom

What things lay sleeping

Down deep in the darkness

Woke then, to find me in that tomb?

Then with water in my eyes

The words began to rise from their place

They were beautiful and dread

I reached for them and fed on each phrase

They were honey on my lips

But then a bitter twist in my side

I knew they'd lay me in my grave

"Is there no one who can save me?" I cried

And when I lost all hope to look

Someone took that heavy book from my hands

All its weight, they set aside

After they had satisfied its demands

I felt white and black reverse

And the lifting of a curse from my heart

Then like one receiving sight

I beheld a brilliant light in the dark

Whoa

Oh-oh

Whoa

Oh-oh

Whoa

Oh-oh

Whoa

Oh-oh