You turn into a wall
Fields and valleys
Divided when we arrive
And reaching to the sky
You turn the sink off
But I am drowning still
These holiest of symbols
And everything is flooded

And everything is muddy
Even memories
The morning covered fog
The night without the stars

You turn into a saint
In your own eyes
Blind to what you are
And what it really was
You turn the car around
Cliffs and oceans
Once we've driven off the edge
And falling to the earth