The Meetings of the Waters

Ferns, they will bend And the moon, it will send Slides down your collar Your bones, they will mend I know they will All quarried out, but Not one of your sting I know your storm light Will rise up again Across the wave The meetings of the waters Could let go Just below the ribs To the higher reach From the roots of love Meetings of the waters Your skin taste of gorse flower As we lie in the dark Mouth is of sapphires When you speak, there's a spark Across the room The meetings of the water Could let go Just below the ribs To the higher reach From the roots of love Meetings of the waters Meetings of the waters Meetings of the waters, ers Meetings of the waters, ers Meetings of the waters, ers Meetings of the waters, ers Meetings of the waters, ers Meetings of the waters, ers Meetings of the waters, ers