After the Flood

I remember coming out that tunnel mouth Singing high and in the water, spring and sing before us The palms hung like reconsidered suicides From the red ponds of mountain sides Preserved as a lion was preserved at the start This was along time ago Run The echos were turning slow It doesn't mater The echos were turning slow The echos were turning slow It doesn't mater It doesn't mater The echos were turning slow It doesn't mater It doesn't mater It drives before my lips close It doesn't mater It doesn't mater My gift to you was a lake of tears, What a day for 8 long years My gift to you was a lake of tears, A lake of The echos were turning slow It doesn't mater It doesn't mater The echos were turning slow It doesn't mater It doesn't mater