Moves
  Like the ocean
  Moves

  At the head of the river
  At the source of the sea

  Sitting here now in this bar for hours
  Trying to write it down
  Fitting in hard with harder to come
  Trying to fight it
  Down the river there's a ship will carry you
  Down river down stream
  Down the river there's a ship will carry the
  Dream
  Dream of the flood
  Down the river there's a ship will carry the
  Dream of the flood

  And her hallway ...
  As the water come rushing over
  As the water come rushing in
  As the water come rushing over
  Flood ... Flood ...

  Push the glass, stain the glass
  Push the writer to the wall
  It may come but it will pass
  Some say we will fall
  Dream of the flood ...
  Flood ...

  And her hallway ...

  Oh, maybe, in terms of surrender,
  On a backcloth of lashes and eyes
  In a flood of your tears, in sackcloth
  And ashes and ashes and ashes and ashes
  And ashes and ashes and lies ...

  And her hallway ...
  Like ...
  As the water come rushing in
  As the water come rushing over

  Sitting here now in this bar for hours
  While these strange men rent strange flowers
  I'll be picking up your petals in another few hours
  In the metal and blood, in the scent and mascara
  On a backcloth of lashes and stars
  In a flood of your tears, in sackcloth
  And ashes and ashes and sechondhand passion
  And stolen guitars