(Oohhh)
(Oohhh)
Ferns, they will bend
And the moon, it will send
Slide down your collar
Your bones, they will mend
I know they will
All quarried out
But not of your sting
I know your storm light will rise
Up again
Across the wave
The meetings of the waters
Just below the ribs
To the higher reach
From the roots of love
Meetings of the waters
Your skin
Taste of gorse flowers
As we lie in the dark
Mouth is of sapphires
When you speak
There's a spark
Across the room
The meetings of the waters
Just below the ribs
To the higher reach
From the roots of love
Meetings of the waters
Meetings of the waters
Meetings of the waters
Heartaches in the woods
Meetings of the waters
Heartaches in the woods
Meetings of the waters
Heartaches in the woods
Meetings of the waters
Heartaches in the woods
Meetings of the waters
Heartaches in the woods