And her hallway

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 secondhand passion

And stolen guitars



And her hallway...

As the water come rushing in

(Like the sea)

As the water come rushing over

(Dream of the flood)

In a flood of your tears, in sackcloth

And ashes and ashes

And ashes and ashes

And ashes and ashes

And ashes and ashes and lies...-acapo