Grey water
Waist deep
Where the mangroves stop to stare at their own reflections
Cloth clings to wisp of a frame
And the wind it whispers
It whispers my name
Flood water's rising
Flood water's rising
Flood water's rising
And the wind it whispers my name
Water bird fly to higher ground
And dry your wings to the sound on the whispering breeze
And as my sin is washed away
I will float
Yes, I'll float on down to the sea
Flood water's rising
Flood water's rising
Flood water's rising
Yes, I'll float on down to the sea
