prophet of the sound

Take a bus ride to the sound tonight
Tell your mother you have seen the light
Tell your father you are wise enough
You have risen from the holy mud
Take my right hand with a falling gaze
Take my body to a resting place
Tell the prophets I have met my Lord
Seen the face and bled for my reward

You can count on me when the sky is quiet
When the man above isn't home for a while
I'll be there when the angels hide
When their words run out I will prophesize

30 miles out into the salty Salish Sea
You will find your calling buried ten to 20 layers deep
With every shovel full of mud and water you will sink
You will find another chain around your ankle in the drink
Trust me my son
Trust me my son

Well 90 miles out into the dusty red and brown
You will find a book of ancient tongues just seven layers down
With every shovel full of sand your body will cry out
And I'll remind you of the deep blue water you had cursed about
Trust me my son
Trust me my son



Credits
Writer(s): Hannah Strickland
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