After the Flood - Chapel Club

I remember coming out that tunnel mouth

singing high and in the water, spring and sing before us the palms hung like reconsidered suicides

from the red ponds of mountain sides

preserved as a lion was preserved at the start

this was along time ago

Run

the echos were turning slow

it doesn’t mater

the echos were turning slow

the echos were turning slow

it doesn’t mater

it doesn’t mater

the echos were turning slow

it doesn’t mater

it doesn’t mater

it drives before my lips close

it doesn’t mater

it doesn’t mater

My gift to you was a lake of tears,

what a day for 8 long years

My gift to you was a lake of tears,

a lake of the echos were turning slow

it doesn’t mater

it doesn’t mater

the echos were turning slow

it doesn’t mater

it doesn’t mater