There was blue green clay

on the banks that day

as we left the world behind

it was upstream then

like it's upstream now

in this livelong outside

there's a trestle across the water

like my hands across that year

for a moment the green was mine



And our footsteps worn

from years of rain

and it held my hand

like it holds my name

and my childhood born

and the difference

the water washed away

the water washed away



I'm bruised and red

from the pain of rock

stepping stones until I fall

and daggers when I land

a roman candle in my hand

was a weapon to the outside

and I walked in my father's wake

I prayed to a god to take

the endlessness of those shores



And our footseps worn

from years of rain

and he held my hand

he still holds my name

and my childhood born

and the difference

We let the water wash away

the water washed away



The water washed away

the water washed away

the water washed away

the water took it all

all away



Those sacred trails

by the waterside left

to other souls(soles) without love or hate

they're bleeding the everything

they're soiling the brilliant green

and I'm drowning for the water's sake



our footsteps worn

from years of rain

and he held my hand

and I still hold his name

and my childhood born

and the difference

I let the water wash away



The water washed away



Let the water wash away

I let the water wash away

The water washed away

Washed it all

The water washed it all away



I let the water wash away

I let the water wash away

The water washed away

away

Water