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I found that I find the things that you find |
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Important rather peculiar |
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The space in between between you and me |
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Has grown darker and deep and bigger |
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Were it not for the knots that we tied long and taught |
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We might not be hanging around |
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At opposite ends of a towering span |
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Over troubled waters below |
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Down a raging river with a deadly undertow |
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We circled the moat and you rocked the boat |
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Like a mighty leviathan of old |
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With cracks in our feet we beat foreign streets |
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We got stranded, we canvassed for answers |
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But the prayers we prayed fell silent and straight |
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No a savior won't save when commanded |
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So we marched through the dark |
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With cast-iron hearts |
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And all the strength we could muster |
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With torches in hand we surveyed the land |
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And stumble one after the other |
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Damned with blind ambition |
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To a glass house miles below |
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And the garden did grow some roots down in droves |
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And blocked out the sun while it shone |
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You tied a rope 'round my finger |
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You hoped for a dead ringer |
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Yeah you draped it over a towering oak |
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But the rain came down with a furious sound |
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And rusted that belt until it broke |
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So I clawed through the dirt, the soil of the Earth |
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With bare hands that barely could shovel |
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And the canyon did flood with water and blood |
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From a thunderous storm up above |
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Yes and God spoke clearly for the very first time in my life |
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And the sounds he made were glorious and great |
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It was a tidal wave of rhythm |
