and her hallway moves like the ocean moves at the head of the river at the source of the sea sitting here now in this bar for hours trying to write it down fitting in hard with harder to come trying to fight it down the river there's a ship will carry you down river down stream down the river there's a ship will carry the dream dream of the flood down the river there's a ship will carry the dream of the flood and her hallway... as the water come rushing over as the water come rushing in as the water come rushing over flood... flood... push the glass, stain the glass push the writer to the wall it may come but it will pass some say we will fall dream of the flood... flood... and her hallway... oh, maybe, in terms of surrender on a backcloth of lashes and eyes in a flood of your tears, in sackcloth and ashes and ashes and ashes and ashes and ashes and ashes and lies and her hallway... like... as the water come rushing in as the water come rushing over sitting here now in this bar for hours while these strange men rent strange flowers I'll be picking up your petals in another few hours in the metal and blood, in the scent and mascara on a backcloth of lashes and stars in a flood of your tears, in sackcloth and ashes and ashes and secondhand passion and stolen guitars and her hallway as the water come rushing in like the sea as the water come rushing over dream of the flood in a flood of your tears, in sackcloth and ashes and ashes and ashes and ashes and ashes and ashes and ashes and ashes and lies... as the water come rushing in, rushing in at the head of the river at the source of the sea and her hallway... like... flood...