NOT UNLIKE WATER

When love grows tired, and her bones get old
And her teeth turn soft
And her heart goes cold

Let the water pour, through the dust and dirt
Til it’s called to rise from its dark disguise
Then it falls back pure

But there’s a newfound face, for every frozen soul
Whose lips strike sparks
Past eyes of coal

When the light of day, she’s been gone for years
And took her busy hands
And her gentle mirror

Let the water pour, through the dust and dirt
Til it’s called to rise from its dark disguise
Then it falls back pure

There’s a light that shines, when your eyes are turned
She whispers on your neck
That your head’s returned

There’s a time that comes, when your time is gone
When you count what’s right
Then you count what’s wrong

Let the water pour, through the dust and dirt
Til it’s called to rise from its dark disguise
Then it falls back pure

Every baby’s born, to an empty skin
And with the world’s first breath
That count fills in