This Is Where The Water Becomes Shallow

And Nothing Here Is Quite As Deep

As You Hoped It Would Be



You Wish The Lines Were Drawn A Little Clearer

The Tides Have Turned

This Drought Will Burn

And Everything Is Falling Out Of Place



And Drying In The Sun

Shriveling And Shrinking

The Hides Are Turning Brown

Wrinkling And Stinging



As You Bury Yourself



Deep In The Dust

Of The Sandiest Grave You Can Find

It's A New Desert Life



To Be Reborn Again

Out Of Glass And Of Sand

And You're Glimmering And You Are Clear



This Is Where

The Water Is Shallow And Nothing Is As Deep

As You Hoped It Would Be



And This Drought Will Burn

And Everything's Falling, Everything's Falling

And Everything's Falling

Out Of Place . . .



And You're Glimmering And You Are Clear.