Violent Sun

Violent arms, violent sun Violent arms, violent sun And you realize you don't know how long That the river has been sweeping you along Past the dreams and the color and the moment And the way the light is entering your eyes And the problem that you're having with your mind And the tears and the venom and the plasma And the patterns in her rippling hair Are collapsing into animal prayer And you might get out if only you could read them And you heard it from the whispering wall Like the miracle of anything at all There's a way that you don't ever have to be a Lunatic or an error Or a prisoner of your terror I'm too old to be crying out I wanna be there When the wild wave comes And we're swept away I wanna be there When the wild wave comes For us And she takes you in her violent arms And you stare into the violent sun And you know this will be gone in the morning And the flesh in the machinery jams And they come to take the rest of our hands But the feeling of her skin on your fingers And you can barely make a silhouette out And you open your ventriloquist mouth And the words are wrong but in the right order And you know it has to happen tonight And you feel it for the very first time And she's saying you don't always have to be a Lunatic or an error Or a prisoner of your terror I'm too old to be crying out I wanna be there When the wild wave comes And we're swept away I wanna be there When the wild wave comes For us When the wild wave comes (I'm on my knees) Hey, I wanna be there When the wild wave comes And we're swept away I wanna be there When the wild wave comes For us Then she takes you in her violent arms And you stare into the violent sun And the words are wrong but in the right order And she takes you in her violent arms And you stare into the violent sun And you know this will be gone in the morning