The salt that came from crimson tides
In all, is in the wounds and in the eyes
The river's mouth is open wide
It talks to oceans, offering
It's full and strong from feeding on the streams
We'll float until we can't anymore
And keep our feet above the floor
Finding out, while being found
Trying not to drown
Stand in line to see the holy ghost
He'll decide what you deserve
My knees are cleaner than they were
The breeze is careful as it blows
Be gone with it and follow where it goes
When all the reasons aren't there
And if the broken won't repair
Finding out while being found
Listen to the sound
Stand in line to see the holy ghost
He'll decide what you deserve
My knees are cleaner than they were