The church of the forest
Is here to hold us
Unless we cut Her down
The nymph of the river
Will let us pray with her
Unless we shut Her mouth
And the eye of the ocean
Is burning wide open
As we go through the motions
Of drowning
Drowning in time...
The ghost of the mountain
Will travel beside you
Unless you sell His wings
The king of the meadows
Will cover your shadows
Unless you steal His rings
And the eye of the ocean
Is burning wide open
As we go through the motions
Of drowning
Drowning in time
And the mind of the ocean
Is flowing wide open
As we follow its motions
Still drowning