Gordon Gano And The Ryans:Wave And Water

And the wave in the water washed my wounds
And the water in the wave bathed all my wounds
And the sweep of the sands was sandy brooms
And the songs of my soul were words with tunes
And the soles of me feet were pitted prunes
See a piece of the root oozing more blooms
This is how my garden grows and blooms, blooms, blooms

I know that they're running
You see that I'm pussing
I know that it's something
Unfortunately

And the best of the rest walk along the dunes
And the rest of the blest rest in afternoons
Ah the ocean breeze flesh and blood perfumes
And the high of the tide lifts up new moons
And the low of my pride in amazement swoons
And my love for you all else consumes
Still the hope in heaven is for many rooms, rooms, rooms

I know that I'm rubbing
You say that I'm cussing
I feel that it's numbing
To say that
So fortunately (let the wave and the water wash my wounds)

And the wave and the water washed my
And the water in the wave bathed all my

You hear that that's drumming
I feel that I'm buzzing
I know that's nothing
Unfortunately