It's the place that's said to break
It's just as safe from the outside tonight

And I want that
I face the storms at the tides
From the lighthouse

And I want that
Unleash the storm and the night

Oh...

What do the waves have to say now?
What do the waves have to say now?

Slow now

And let the waves have their way now
Slow, and let the waves have their day

And I want that

Here I've been living on roofs made from sin
Upward and outward, Begin, begin.

Here I've been lucid I'm living within
Inwardly urgent, I'm sinking again

The Lighthouse

I'll build a house- of water
I'm searching high- and low
Underneath the waves
Where they hit the rocky shore
Out by the lighthouse

Heard nature say
“I'm sorry-
for stones and trees down below
for those who tumble in Gods name
to an early grave
into the sea and foam
like ships tossed in a storm”
and I'm standing all alone
out by the lighthouse

I'll build a house- of paper
Covered with words I can read
She had to teach me what to say
And every year we stayed
Out by the lighthouse

I'll build a house- so level
With 7 walls- long and true
The day we raised that roof up high
Unto the fading light
We sang the whole night through
& no one needed proof
& I could see the moon
out by the lighthouse

Who ever told the sun to wake, and who ever told the moon to clutch the sea? Did the sun ever say back, Master I refuse to shine? Did the moon ever refuse to change the tides?

What does that say for me?

Have I ever found myself in your favor, or was it just a temporary covering?
And, when the seas become calm, and the winds have all been settled, will I still see your love?

Will it slowly fade away like candle light at dusk? Or, will you be the lighthouse on the hillside that guides our every move?

I'd love nothing more than to pull up my roots and replant myself in much richer grounds. Shed the dead limbs and re-grow new.

When it all fades, and darkness overcomes us, will you still be there?

Will you still shine?

Who ever told the sun to wake, and who ever told the moon to clutch the sea? Did the sun ever say back, Master I refuse to shine? Did the moon ever refuse to change the tides?

What does that say for me?

Have I ever found myself in your favor, or was it just a temporary covering?
And, when the seas become calm, and the winds have all been settled, will I still see your love?

Will it slowly fade away like candle light at dusk? Or, will you be the lighthouse on the hillside that guides our every move?

I'd love nothing more than to pull up my roots and replant myself in much richer grounds. Shed the dead limbs and re-grow new.

When it all fades, and darkness overcomes us, will you still be there?

Will you still shine?