Into the Flood
All this time is ash and sand
It's running through my hands
So what if I don't feel it?
So what if I don't see it?
Torn apart from limb to limb
And put in place again
So what if I don't feel it?
Innocence is gone and
You don't taste the same
But I know that you don't see it
The steps between us are starting to show
The space between us is starting to grow
And I know that you don't see it
All this time is ash and sand
Running through our hands
So what if we don't feel it?
