This is where the water becomes shallow
And nothing here is quite as deep
As you hoped it would beYou wish the lines were drawn a little clearer
The tides have turned, this drought will burn
And everything is falling out of placeAnd drying in the sun
Shriveling and shrinking
The hides are turning brown
It's wrinkling and stingingAs you bury yourself
Deep in the dust
Of the sandiest grave you can find
It's a new desert lifeTo be reborn again
Out of glass and of sand
And you're glimmering
And you are clearThis is where
The water is shallow
And nothing is as deep
As you hoped it would beAnd this drought will burn
And every thing's falling
Every thing's falling
Every thing's falling out of placeEvery thing's falling, every thing's falling
And every thing's falling out of place
Every thing's falling, every thing's falling
And every thing's falling out of placeAnd you're glimmering and you are clear
And you're glimmering and you are clear
And you're glimmering and you are clear
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