Waiting For The Flood

Once upon a time you'd talk to me

How your wild rivers were reaching out for me

And fed into an ocean of love, if I had read you carefully

You swore to lead me through my sleep

And even in times when I should not weep

You'd find a way to cleanse my soul, come to drown my restless feet

While all those simple things that I had not

Turned to old friends that I soon forgot

I burned all their memory solemnly, still waiting for your flood

Till there won't remain that many things to ask

Staying on-shore had to become my greatest task

Got to find a way to cleanse my soul on my own and drown my restless feet

Oh can´t you see how I'm longing for you

To take me with you on a river of excess

Will need a rainstorm to fill up my emptiness

Don't you hear how I´m calling out for you

Come wash me over with your current full of passion

Your raging streams shall make me melt in open seas of caress