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 [bad word] in hard with harder [bad word] 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 [bad word] over
As the water [bad word] in
As the water [bad word] over
Flood... Flood...
Push the glass, stain the glass
Push the writer to the wall
It [bad word] 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...
(Push) Like...
As the water [bad word] in
As the water [bad word] 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 [bad word] in
(Like the sea)
As the water [bad word] 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 [bad word] in [bad word] in
At the head of the river
At the source of the sea
And her hallway...
Like...
Like...
Like...
Flood...

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Words & Music: Andrew Eldritch