On The Death Of The Waters Lyrics - Shearwater

From the wreck of the ark 

To the fading day of our star 

The light races, the light drags 

The moon rises, the moon sags 

Over the rolling waves 

And your hand's on the balcony 

As a spine pricks the world 

And the shudder deep is unheard 

But you feel it, oh my God 

As the spindle flies apart 

Turn your bow to the biggest wave 

But your angel's on holiday 

And that wave rises slowly 

And breaks