Women's Hands

(albüm: The Way It Feels - 2015)

Women's hands turning me back to the water now
Going deep, Head spurred all on the rocks
My heart and my mouth back at [?]

When she cracks we open I can see
Paints the picture bigger for me

Women's hands, feels like the road is crumbling
Feels like I carry on, carry on
Feel like she's turned up a fire
There's only purity, familiarity, ancient history

When she cracks we open I can see
Paints the picture bigger for me

I see mosaics on the walls
All the little pieces
Glistening, in Italian churches
Francansainse, and cold stone
And the Mother, and the Virgin
And the innocent
And the innocence's lost
The shame that makes it's way
Into ourselves so that our bodies
Begins to doubt, putting out the fairy lights
So that it's hard to embrace
And we become a single wing
Flapping in circles of self-denial
And self-loathing, but then I remember
I remember

We came in with the lights
We came in with the lights
And I'm getting a grip
Out of the darkness
Across the years, to my solar plexus
Bathed in your light, I'm finding a place
A hidden sea, I see myself
Moving in sunlight, not yet bloomed
Dancing, shy heart crystallizing crystallizing
But I can see that it is perfect
And I can see that I am perfect
Here, beneath my trembling chest
Here, beneath it all
Despite the fall
Grace, truth, beauty, love
Grace, truth, beauty, love
We have it all
We have it all

When she cracks we open I can see
Paints the picture bigger for me