The daughter of a dove keeps me I have found a love among the thorns Breakwater to the sea keeps me There is an aging arm across a naked waist There is a fallen tree against a perfect January snow And that's as spiritual as I need to be That's as spiritual as I need to be We all know safety Is a blessing and a curse Like Mary's baby Staring back up at Mary So when they said “Turn up kick drum, turn up the snare” I turned away to see my sweeetheart put a flower in her hair Now I'm doing flips at the edge of the pool Soph*more, junior, fool The things I do and the things I say I know they're more than just a little bit away from each other More than just a little bit away But people, I've been operating under the impression that that's okay When all of your heroes have had their sons And all of your heroes have had their daughters And all of your heroes have left you And all you have left is all of this water Well all you can do, all you can do Is secure your bird heart and sail towards the edge But I am just an arm hanging in the sun And that's as spiritual as I know how to be Said that's as spiritual as I know how to be Said I am just an arm hanging in the sun Where the daughter of a dove keeps me So when they said “turn up the kick drum, turn up the snare”
I turned away to see my baby put a flower in her hair Now I'm just crossing sh** off my list at the edge of the pool 5 4 3 2 The one thing the wise man would do is waste away But the one thing that I'm going to do is take a name My name is the bay My name is the bay My name is the bay My name is the bay Breakwater to the sea, that's as spiritual as I need to be Breakwater to the sea, that's as spiritual as I need to be A breakwater to the sea, it's as spiritual, as spiritual as I need to be The daughter of a dove keeps me A break, breakwater to the sea Just strong enough to hold back the waves As they roll in, roll in, roll in, roll in, roll in And I should have told you sooner I'll be relying on you baby And I should have told you sooner I think you're just like me And I guess I should've told you I am sometimes just an arm Just another arm hanging out a window on a highway in the sun Or a fallen tree against a January snow bank Or a break, break, break, break, breakwater to the sea Breakwater to the sea, it's as spiritual as I need to be The daughter of a dove keeps me A break, breakwater to the sea Breakwater to the sea, it's as spiritual as I need to be The daughter of a dove keeps me