Standing in the waste of the waves
Hyaline
Her quiet warmth, a poised cottonmouth
Hyaline
As clones of God
Floated in

I know your past, you see my shame
As the mundane shame of being
Though it’s hard to say
Just sticks anyway

It’s hard to do good with controlled intentions
Honesty thrives in a broken sentence
I'm headed to heaven to take language down
Rivers dammed in their straying will carry concrete out

God, you and me
There’s no peace without our tied feeling
God's, yours and mine
Dance serpentine

I know your past, you see my shame
Its still got a hold on me
Still bound to say
We lived that way
Still bound to say
We lived that way

Bound to say
We lived some way