Waiting for the Flood

Once upon a time you’d talk to me
How your wild rivers were reaching out for me
And fed into an ocean of love, if I had read you carefully
You swore to lead me through my sleep
And even in times when I should not weep
You’d find a way to cleanse my soul, come to drown my restless feet
While all those simple things that I had not
Turned to old friends that I soon forgot
I burned all their memory solemnly, still waiting for your flood
Till there won’t remain that many things to ask
Staying on-shore had to become my greatest task
Got to find a way to cleanse my soul on my own and drown my restless feet
Oh can´t you see how I’m longing for you
To take me with you on a river of excess
Will need a rainstorm to fill up my emptiness
Don’t you hear how I´m calling out for you
Come wash me over with your current full of passion
Your raging streams shall make me melt in open seas of caress