Aqua
As I'm well aware
I may step into this river more than twice
Ever hoping it takes me elsewhere
Try and get your feet wet
Try and get your feet wet
Try and get your feet
Right here next to mine
There's a footprint I don't seem to recognize
But I will in time
As I shapeshift
And oxidize
I suppose a younger face would communicate a less ambiguous case
Falling in and out of grace I forget I used to think I'd never change
Are you even there?
Are you watching me ascend the spiral stairs?
Hear the echoes bounce off the walls
Try and make out the words
Try and make out the words
Try and make it out
Who's got a higher ground?
A tired hound instilling fear into himself
Or what he may become
In just one turn
The final one
Grieve not, son
The best is yet to come
Grieve not, son
Whatever bullshit turns you on
Give me land, sky, and voice
I'll only laugh
From above it all looks void of us
And that's not what I've asked for
The loom of kingdom come's not enough
To douse our wrath
Suck our love out and let die
The sea of us is bigger than all that we've cried
Every time I step into the river
I see it flow into the sea
I see the sea
I see
Grieve not, son
We'll rise and come as one
Grieve not, son
Whatever bullshit turns you on
And when someday I'm given
Land, sky, and voice
I'll only laugh
From above it all looks void of us
And that's not what I've asked for
The loom of kingdom come's not enough
To douse our wrath
Suck our love out and let die
The sea won't go dry
I may step into this river more than twice
Ever hoping it takes me elsewhere
Try and get your feet wet
Try and get your feet wet
Try and get your feet
Right here next to mine
There's a footprint I don't seem to recognize
But I will in time
As I shapeshift
And oxidize
I suppose a younger face would communicate a less ambiguous case
Falling in and out of grace I forget I used to think I'd never change
Are you even there?
Are you watching me ascend the spiral stairs?
Hear the echoes bounce off the walls
Try and make out the words
Try and make out the words
Try and make it out
Who's got a higher ground?
A tired hound instilling fear into himself
Or what he may become
In just one turn
The final one
Grieve not, son
The best is yet to come
Grieve not, son
Whatever bullshit turns you on
Give me land, sky, and voice
I'll only laugh
From above it all looks void of us
And that's not what I've asked for
The loom of kingdom come's not enough
To douse our wrath
Suck our love out and let die
The sea of us is bigger than all that we've cried
Every time I step into the river
I see it flow into the sea
I see the sea
I see
Grieve not, son
We'll rise and come as one
Grieve not, son
Whatever bullshit turns you on
And when someday I'm given
Land, sky, and voice
I'll only laugh
From above it all looks void of us
And that's not what I've asked for
The loom of kingdom come's not enough
To douse our wrath
Suck our love out and let die
The sea won't go dry
Credits
Writer(s): Dmitriy Shmakov, Svetlana Iordanskaia
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