Из альбома: Becoming All Things
My mind is racing all the time
And where it's going I don't know but I don't mind
And all the aching in her eyes
Couldn't tell you half the story if they tried
But she just stands there on high
And lays me low again
Lightning flashes in the sky
Behind those clouds and it surrounds us on all sides
Yeah there's a storm that's closing tight
And we both know we're in the eye
But she just stands there on high
And lays me low again
All those ghosts they line the shore now
Waving red flags in my mind
Saying, "Get out of that river, child
There's no telling where it winds"
And the wind blows by my body
As I float downstream so light
There is nothing quite as lovely
As the way they all go white