Who holds the dice in their tight little hands?
I'm not a liar, a maker of plans
Who will be lost when the boat hits the land?
I will hold out my hand
(verse 1)
There?s still rain on the floor
From the first day of the storm
The moment I step out
Of the forest?s gaping mouth
(verse 2)
The eve of the sun
For a day that never comes
The pains and the aches
Of a wave that never breaks
A wave that never breaks
Who holds the dice in their tight little hands?
I'm not a liar, a maker of plans
Who will be lost when the boat hits the land?
I will hold out my hand
(verse 3)
The final goodbye
Of an everlasting sigh
The exhale of your heart
When your rib cage tears apart
(verse 4)
The block of your tears
From a fog that never clears
A ripple on the lake
From a shake that shakes the shakes
The shake that shakes the shakes