Until the Water Came
from early scratch recordings
we built a fire on the edge of town | we put our old clothes on (then we burned them down) | and in the sticks and the cinders | we saw
i can’t love you all the same | not when it leaves this blinding pain | hands over my ears, eyes closed | you’re too loud | you’re too close | you’re too loud | and you’re too close
but on this green hill when it blooms | we run down to the sea | the bone cliffs, ferns on the beach | this hill by the fire runs down to the sea | this hill by the fire runs down to the sea
those were my old friends (those were my old friends) | those were my old friends (in the flames) | those were my old friends (in the sea) | and you’re too loud | and you’re too close