BENT BEFORE THE SUN

I can feel it coming
Blowing in from far away
I dig my roots into the mud
To keep from blowing away

An anchor wraps around my feet
I drop into the steel blue sea
I ask God, the hollow sky
To restore my golden wings

The bloodline I follow is tied to the dirt
I speak to God from a hole in the earth
Time grows crooked like an old apple tree
Bent before the sun

My anchor sinks through the mud and the clay
Something approaches from far away
The future is written in the pouring rain
It says the sky will fall again

I am the seafarer lost out at sea
At war with my own destiny
Vultures feast on the hollow sky
My roots run deep in the mud

Strung up in the same old place
Fallen from the same old grace
Thoughts are like prayers that the devil can hear
And God is the hollow sky

Maris Stella, the star of the sea
Please extend your hand to me
I'm caught inside this hollow dream
And the rain, it never stops

Between earth and the sun, my soul has been crossed
My golden wings, I've long since lost
My character chained to the endless dance
Where heaven and earth intersect

I pray to God with earth's mud on my hands
The sky is set to fall again
My soul grows crooked like an old apple tree
Bent before the sun.