Sanoja: July For Kings. Washed Away.

There was blue green clay
On the banks that day
As we left the world behind

It was upstream then
Like it's upstream now
In this livelong outside

There's a trestle across the water
Like my hands across that year
For a moment the green was mine

And our footsteps worn
From years of rain
And it held my hand
Like it holds my name

And my childhood born
And the difference
I let the water wash away
The water washed away

I'm bruised and red
From the pain of rock
Stepping stones until I fall

Oh, like daggers when I land
A roman candle in my hand
Was a weapon to the outside

Oh, I walked in my father's wake
I prayed for a God to take
The endlessness from those shores

And our footsteps worn
From years of rain
And he held my hand then
Like it holds my name

And my childhood born
And the difference
I let the water wash away
Let the water wash away

Let the water wash away
The water washed away
Let the water wash away
Let the water take it all, all away

No sacred trails
Near the riverside left
To these other souls with no love or no hate

Now they're bleeding this everything
Soiling the brilliant green
And I'm drowning for the water's sake

Our footsteps worn
From years of rain
And he held my hand
Like it holds my name

My childhood born
And the difference
I let the water wash away
Let the water wash away

Let the water wash away
Let the water wash away
The water washed away
Washed it all, the water washed it all away

I let the water wash away
Let the water wash away
The water washed away
Washed it all, the water washed it all away

Washed it all away
The water washed away, away
The water washed away
And take it all away, all away

There was blue green clay
On the banks that day
As we left the world behind