There's a storm coming and the tide is rising, I hike up my dress and wade into the water
I want to disrobe you in this wet wilderness of pounding heart  and throbbing pulse
Did I tell you that to date I have discovered one thousand and nine ways to love you

And I am still counting

So make passable the impassable! Be brave and open up your Heaven to me!
Flood my soul for forty days and forty nights and let me feed you my wild honey and manna
And cradled within waves and winds, a new covenant with new stories will be born

*And lovers will still be counting