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
