Pour the water on my head, make compasses your hands
I'll move and shake until I break, until my legs can't stand
And on the floor beneath the jar I'll see what made the stream
The letters written on the base for sleeper's eyes to dream
These words I've heard so many times make patterns in my mind
And rearrange the borders of the cities that don't shine
The sun is hid, the moon is down, there's nothing but the dark
And so I guess I'll find a way to build myself an ark
I've never been an architect but I know one who is
And as I lift my voice to speak I breathe the winter's wind
This ice that freezes on my head reminds me I can melt
The heat that's stored within my flesh set fire when I knelt