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Chance your arm, pick a stone
Let it fly, let it go
When it hits, then it starts,
Don't be surprised at the marks

Out here on the storm beach
In beyond the sea's reach
The wind has left it's scatterings
It's outlaws and it's broken things

Pick a pebble from the beach
The sea will leave a few in reach
Break it open, play the game
Right to it's heart, it's still the same

Call it right, call it wrong
I cannot sing a different song
Though you break me right in two
This vein it runs the whole way through

Take a throw, pick a stone
Cast it well, that first one
Make you sure it finds it's mark
For you left me standing in the dark

Take your sticks and take your stones
Tired of breaking weary bones
Let them rest and let them love
Wherever they may choose to love

The umbrellas are all closed you see
Against the marriage of the moon and sea,
They've decided it's unnatural and
Not all love is equal

Heavy weather coming down
So chase your neighbour out of town
Point your finger, lay the blame,
Make sure your world stays the same

And spit your fear in forked tongues,
At anyone it lights upon
You're someone borrowed, someone blue
Someone borrowed, someone blue

Water rising while we wait
Who knew that love could lead to hate?
Your stones they make the water rise
We'll all be lost below the tide

Curse the wind, curse the rain
Tearing down the weather vanes
Blame anybody but yourself
For the weather's sickness, and it's health

Verse 1 reprise.


from Watershed, released September 25, 2015



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