Through Me (The Flood)

Picture a man
Seen like a speck out from the shore
Swimming out beyond the breakers
Like he's done his life before
He feels a coming of a squall
Will drag him out a greater length
But knows his strength and tries to gather it
And he swims on
Turning back to shore again
Above the outer atmosphere
Of a world he's never seen
And looking down to his new home
He feels the rising of a wave and knows at once
He will not weather it
Like that man
I looked down into the depths when I met you
I couldn't measure it
Anytime I'd struggled on
Against the course out on my own
Every time I'd burn through the world I'd see
That the world it burns through me
But when I
When I
I'd let go
I'd let go
My struggling form
My struggling form
My willing soul
I'd see
Every time
Each time I
Would flow through the world I'd see
Flow through the
That the world
The world
It flows through me
It flows through me
That the world it flows through me
Picture a grave
Picture six feet freshly dug
The sharp temporary walls
At the long-term cliff edge of the world
Light and air find some new deepness there
And usher down the sky
Where one stands by and tries make sense of it
But try measure loss
Measure the silence of a house
The unheard footsteps at the doorway
The unemployment of the mouth
The waking up having forgotten
And remembering again the full extent
Of what forever is
With each grave
I think of loss and I can only think of you
And I couldn't measure it
Anytime I've struggled on
When I struggled on
Against the course
Against the course
Out on my own
I'd see
Every time
Each time I
I'd burn through the world I'd see
Burn through the
That the world
The world
It burns through me
It burns through me
But when I
When I
I'd let go
I'd let go
My struggling form
My struggling form
My willing soul
I'd see
Every time
Each time I
Would flow through the world I'd see
Flow through the
That the world
The world
It flows through me
It flows through me
That the world it flows through me