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