Words in the Water Thrice
[G#m]Standing [F#]knee deep in col[E]d water, swiftly moving, s[G#m]omehow I [F#]knew I'd lost someth[E]ing.
[G#m]Wading [F#]waist deep[E] I saw a bo[G#m]ok ther[F#]e in the river, waiting for m[E]e to find it there.
[G#m]I tried to [F#]read it, nec[E]k deep, trea[G#m]ding water, but [F#]the tide, it pulled [E]me out to sea.
Th[G#m]en, with water in my eyes[F#], the words began to rise from their place.[E]
[G#m]They were beautiful and dr[F#]ead; I reached for them and fed on each phrase.[E]
[G#m]They were honey on my lips,[F#] but then a bitter twist in[E] my side.
[G#m]I knew they'd lay me in my grave; "Is [F#]there no one who can save me?" I cr[E]ied.
Sinking, down deep through cold water and heavy silence, shadows stirring in the gloom.
What things that lay sleeping down deep in the darkness woke then, to find me in that tomb?
And when I lost all hope to look, someone took that heavy book from my hands; all
its weight they set aside, after they had satisfied its demands.
I felt white and black reverse, and the lifting a curse from my heart.
Then like one receiving sight, I beheld a brilliant light in the dark.