I Am Oak Lo And Behold
Lo and behold
A cloud shaped like a stormy thought that no one saw
Water at the rise, is water down below
Sand in your hands mean there's no where to go
From on out those snows are black cold, even so you'll know the back roads
And the hunger I spoke about hasn't subsided yet
No, it's grown
Lo and behold
A cloud shaped like a distant thought, you thought you'd lost
Water at the rise, means down below
Sand in your hands mean there's no where to go
From on out those snows are black cold, even so you'll know the back roads
And the hunger I spoke about hasn't subsided yet
No, it's grown
And its growing
It's hard and there's arms so close, and the reason we're not exposed
And heart when it moves it moves so loudly
