Charlie Andrew - Plans lyrics

Who holds the dice in their tight little hands? I'm not a liar a maker of plans Who will be lost when the boat hits the land? I will hold out my hand There's still rain on the floor From the first day of the storm The moment I step out Of the forest's gaping mouth The eve of the sun For a day that never comes The pains and the aches Of a wave that never breaks A wave that never breaks Who holds the dice in their tight little hands? I'm not a liar a maker of plans Who will be lost when the boat hits the land? I will hold out my hand The final goodbye Of an everlasting sigh The exhale of your heart When your ribcage tears apart The block of your tears From a fog that never clears A ripple on the lake From a shake that shakes the shakes A shale that shakes the shakes