The Movement comes in slow It's a tune we both should know But the walls are thin So we keep our voices low You're a bird with a pretty mouth You
We set out from home early one morning We, my love and me walking alone We, birds and the bees, trees of the forest Started as one, something went wrong
Here my dear, this is where we'll shake the nightmare free I dream to hold you in my arms I dream to hold you in my arms To hold you in my arms Wide awake
God is my shepherd I won't be wanting I won't be wanting He makes me rest in fields of green with quite streams Even though I walk through the valley
So I'm not sure why it always flows downhill Why broken cisterns never could stay filled I've spent ten years singing gravity away But the water keeps
Have mercy on me, oh God According to your unfailing love According to your great compassion Blot out my transgressions Have mercy on me, oh God According
Hush, hush, hush, hush Hush, hush, hush, hush I heard a sound come from the ground All of the trees are a buzz Talking in tongues Talking with lungs
I'm the failure I'm everyone's fool And I'm losing my cool at the end I'm the loser My number's come up I've been hung up with thoughts of revenge Revenge
I'm on a roll I'm feeling Icarus I might have flown too high I'm not alone I'm feeling Icarus I might have flown too high Ariadne, I hope you find what
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Life is a gift like fresh cut roses Cut from the branch and brought inside It's a slow contradiction, it's beauty in a vase When
You were talking late last night What would you live like if you had died And been reborn with a second chance to live Would you lose your fear of being
I hate all your show and pretense The hypocrisy of your praise The hypocrisy of your festivals I hate all your show Away with your noisy worship Away
God is my shepherd I won't be wanting I won't be wanting He makes me rest In fields of green With quite streams Even though I walk Through the valley
There's a river underneath us It's been looking for truth There's a river in my veins It's been looking for you There's a river in our blood From my fathers
It takes a long time to kill a man Fifty-five years at least Until he breaks down Starts to look underground And go off and get him some peace I want
You remember me before I learned to run At the kissing tree before I learned my guns We were seventeen, seventeen years young I am still running, I am
If you let your feelings go, dear It'll scare you what you'll find I find them on your street, dear And you're always on my mind No one needs to know
