screaming at the water
in the land of the lost and dead
i felt the soft touch of wings
a dove above my head
where gods are discovered
i see you angelic in design
she came along n’ turned my world on
you are my pentecost divine
be my moon doting on the water
be my reason to create
be my seventh sunday salvation
baby i’ve forgotten how to hate
this morning i discovered
the thing i hadn’t done in my life is live
don’t need no bluegrass shaman to tell me
its my soul i have to give
gotta find a way to keep you perfect
not destroy this bell ringing true
you’ll keep me singing til kingdom come
and i’ll learn to love this new shade of blue
be my moon doting on the water
be my reason to create
be my seventh sunday salvation
baby i’ve forgotten how to hate