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
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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