Through Me (The Flood)

Picture a man Seen like a speck out from this shore Swimming out beyond the breakers Like he's done his life before He feels a coming of the squall Will drag him out a greater length But knows his strength, and tries to gather it And he swims on Turning back to shore again Above the outer atmosphere Of a world he's never seen And looking down to his new home He feels the rising of a wave and knows at once He will not weather it Like that man I looked down into the depths when I met you I couldn't measure it Any time I'd struggled on Against the course, out on my own Every time, I'd burn through the world, I'd see That the world, it burns through me But when I'd let go (I'd let go) My struggling form (my struggling form) My willing soul (I'd see) Every time flow through the world (each time I'd) I'd see (flood through) That the world (the world) It flows through me (it flows through me) That the world, it flows through me Picture a grave Picture six feet freshly dug The sharp temporary walls At the long-term cliff edge of the world Light and air find some new deepness there And usher down the sky where One stands by and tries to make sense of it Try measure loss Measure the silence of a house The unheard footsteps at the doorway The unemployment of the mouth The waking up, having forgotten And remembering again the full extent Of what forever is With each grave I think of loss and I can only think of you I couldn't measure it Any time I've struggled on (I struggled on) Against the course (against the course) Out on my own (I'd see) Every time burn through the world (each time I'd) I'd see (flood through me) That the world (the world) It burns through me (burns through me) But when I, I'd let go (I'd let go) My struggling form (my struggling form) My willing soul (I'd see) Every time flow through the world (each time I'd) I'd see (flood through me) That the world (the world) It flows through me (it flows through me) That the world, it flows through me