Exodus to You

I walk and walk and find
There's nothing left but time
Nothing to make it full
Nothing to make it mine

I hold the ground so close
Wish it would swallow all my toes
The sky is full of birds
Making their own roads

And all I wish for in time
Is the freedom of frozen wine
Of the fire at the bottom of the sea
Like a spinning sycamore seed

Clear channels through
For my exodus to you
I'll follow the ground you lay
I'll follow the grain of truth

In your denim tracks I read
A younger love you breathed
A fire that made you full
A fire that made you scream

And it weighs on me like water
Like water on a bee's wing
Pressing me with more
Until I make the garden sing

And all I wish for in time
Is the freedom of frozen wine
Of the fire at the bottom of the sea
Like a spinning sycamore seed

Clear channels through
For my exodus to you
I'll follow the ground you lay
I'll follow the grain of truth

Through your finger cracks, I cry
The tears of a mother's child
The placelessness I taste
When I hear the traffic whine

Make a sound, shake a twist, make a boom
Tell a friendly tale or two
My window is a guillotine
As the choir makes love to the moon

And all I wish for in time
Is the freedom of frozen wine
Of the fire at the bottom of the sea
Like a spinning sycamore seed

Clear channels through
For my exodus to you
I'll follow the ground you lay
I'll follow the grain of truth