Under the Great Wave
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Song/Lyrics by: R. Egan
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I've been in and out the house of luck
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It's a cold machine where the lights are dull
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And the beds stay harder than stone.
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All my wishes, all my discontent
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Just swimming with the sediment in the current
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It's harder to row.
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Then you came when the morning closed in
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Through revolving doors, when they start to spin
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You around, all around.
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Oh let's leave this place
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and start again.
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Under the great wave
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I'm singing to you
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Woman
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I won't pass judgment on you.
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Shaped of the sweet clay
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A drink to my mouth
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No honey
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I won't be letting you down.
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In a moment how the world can lift
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Up its curtain and expose a gift.
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Were you watching to see when it’d come?
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I keep you close in my mind darling
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Cause you just can’t know
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Where the road of roads
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Will be winding and picking its slopes.
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So let’s leave this place
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And start again.
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CHORUS
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Under the Great Wave
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| The Ugly Club |
