Till the Waters rise

Lyrics:

© zacheppley
Change is in the wind,
Could it be the shape of a memory.
Tell me, what it takes to see,
What we need to pinpoint the pieces.
Will the facts resolve to doubt,
Yield to word of mouth,
Send the pieces sailing?
Always complicating dreams,
You can leave it up to me,
To blame these feelings.

Well its where we lie,
In between the tide.
Well its where we always find ourselves,
Till the waters rise.