Mighty Flood - Sea At Last

lay me down upon the road

pull my hands over my throat

and the fall winds cry

and the bricks will die

and the thirst will come

sometimes it takes a cold river

to heal my wounds

let the water pull

the red fish moan

upon the dirt

upon the dirt

and we go down we go

little feet kickin from a single blow

and how we are

naked in the moon with a feather song

and down we go

stones in our pockets from the night before

and how we are

broken with a crown from the mighty flood

sew your seeds so carefully

plant your flowers in the weeds

and it’s moving fast

to a dusty path

deep in my veins

sometimes it takes a cold river

to heal my wounds

let the water pull

the red fish moan

upon the dirt

upon the dirt

and we go down we go

little feet kickin from a single blow

and how we are

naked in the moon with a feather song

and down we go

stones in our pockets from the night before

and how we are

broken with a crown from the mighty flood

sometimes it takes a cold river

to heal my wounds

let the water pull

the red fish moan

upon the dirt

upon the dirt