The Meetings of the Waters - Fionn Regan

Ferns, they will bend

And the moon, it will send

Slide down your collar

Your bones, they will mend

I know they will

All quarried out

But not of your sting

I know your storm light will rise

Up again

Across the wave

The meetings of the waters

Just below the ribs

To the higher reach

From the roots of love

Meetings of the waters

Your skin

Taste of gorse flowers

As we lie in the dark

Mouth is of sapphires

When you speak

There’s a spark

Across the room

The meetings of the waters

Just below the ribs

To the higher reach

From the roots of love

Meetings of the waters

Meetings of the waters

Meetings of the waters

Heartaches in the woods

Meetings of the waters

Heartaches in the woods

Meetings of the waters

Heartaches in the woods

Meetings of the waters

Heartaches in the woods

Meetings of the waters

Heartaches in the woods