And I am a whore
drawn to the shore of bad consequence
where there is warmth for pain
and food for comfort
I came from the north
where I was waist deep in my own pain
I was waist deep in the mess
that I had made
And if I am a bird
then You are a strong breeze
if we are Your children
then You are our story
You call us away, away, away,
from the coast line
(away, away, away, from the coastline)
towards, towards, towards,
the ocean
(towards, towards, towards, the ocean)
‘cos when I am sane
and in my devotion
is where I need You the most
‘Cos in the south there are
warmers waters and soft knees
and there are
drunker farmers and palm leaves
And there’ll be sunshine
there’ll be fun rhymes on your teeth
and they will knock all the bitter
the ugly, the concrete
And if I am a bird
then You are a soft breeze
if we are Your children
then You are our story
We’re comin’ away, away, away,
from the coast line
(away, away, away, from the coastline)
towards, towards, towards,
the ocean
(towards, towards, towards, the ocean)
‘cos when I am sane
and in my devotion
is where I need You the most
‘Cos this is the brushstroke on the sands of the oceanfront
and the further I’m away the more I see what you paint
‘cos I’m coughing up the blood that You have paid for
but my coffin was the wood that The Cross was made of
and I am a fool when I am way too busy
and I forget that I am still unworthy
And that’s the point
that You are God
and I am not
and You are strong
And I’m floating on the boat of which You made
the wood of which my debt of death was paid on
And if I am a bird
then You are a strong breeze
if we are Your children
we know You are coming
You’re coming away, away, away,
from the ocean
(away, away, away, from the ocean)
towards, towards, towards,
the coastline
(towards, towards, towards, the coastline)
‘cos when I am sane
and in my devotion
is where I need You the most
I came from the north,
Your winds will carry me south
I came from the poor,
Your winds will carry me south
I came from the porn,
Your winds will carry me south
I came from the north,
Your winds will carry me south
I came from the shore,
Your winds will carry me south
I came from the poor,
Your winds will carry me south
I came from the porn,
Your winds will carry me south
I came from the bored,
Your winds will carry me
Away, Away, Away from the coastline
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