Flood

Same place, different reasons
Wait for a stranger to say hello
Climb up a new ambition
Throw all your faces at the world

And I cast you on, and hurl you into my life
I'm a dropped stitch on your new scarf
Holding on hope

I'm taken out to sea in the flood
Swimmer looking for the line
Maybe you're my warning call
Waiting for the hand to arrive

First light, another station
I dip my hand in the vitamin box
You called it reservation
Head full of holy corner shops

And I cast you out, and pull you at the same time
I'm never here when you want my
Feverish spite and luck

I'm taken out to sea in the flood
Swimmer looking for the line
Maybe you're my warning call
Waiting for the hand to arrive
(Brandish the grand bouquet)
And put it right
Taken out to sea in the flood
When I try to dry your eyes

I'm taken out to sea in the flood
Swimmer looking for the line
Maybe you're my warning call
Waiting for the hand to arrive
(Brandish the grand bouquet)
And put it right
Taken out to sea in the flood
When I try to dry your eyes



Credits
Writer(s): George Foster, Stella Rachel Donnelly
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