Erosion

[Spoken]

Thirst is taking me to a deep place,
Under glass,
Sieving sands,
The river bed.
But it’s dry here,
Dry space,
Dry,
Dry,
Dry space.

I remember body,
I remember water,
I feel the Erosion,
I feel the Erosion.

Somewhere else,
Somewhere far off,
He would be forcing me backward,
Making me arch,
His citrus mouth,
Filling the dark.

[Spoken]

Lazy bodies,
On the sands,
Silt on our skins.
We were birds on fire,
Feeding on desire, (Crimson Desire)
Until the Earth tilted,
And the ocean rinsed the summer heat,
And winter was born.

I remember body,
I remember water,
I feel the Erosion,
I feel the Erosion.

His wish,
Or mine,
Tears,
Rain,
Wearing me away, (away)
Wearing me away,
These waves of time.

I remember body,
I remember water,
I feel the Erosion,
I feel the Erosion.

[Spoken]

His pebble gold eyes under water,
Streaming light.
Over the soft fish-moon,
Under the night’s hide

His hands let go,
I heard his laugh,
Drifting on the ocean foam,
Glistening,
Waiting to burst,
Like words,
That were never meant to be heard.

I felt the erosion,
In a different place.
I felt the erosion.

–      Words and Music written by Ivaana