What you seek
You might find
What you need to be when you're caught on the catchers line
When every ripple seems to be just bobbing
On the steering vine
As we navigate the twists and turns
The journey begins when the feeling returns
She was a mighty vessel
I was the anchor
I couldn't do a thing when they came and sank her
What became of the great divine?
She's reduced to the late design
We searched the endless sea
Just riding on a breeze until we swam in holy waters
Despite the searing memory of everyone that came to see
A bit of me and all your veering daughters
As we navigate the twists and turns
The journey begins when the feeling returns
She was a mighty vessel
I was the anchor
I couldn't do a thing when they came and sank her
What became of the great divine?
She's reduced to the late design
What became of a great divine?
She's reduced to the late design
What became of the great divine?
She's reduced to the late design
What became of the great divine?
She's reduced to the late design