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Stillwater

Hands Like Houses

Piling stones to guide the sea, to say we stopped the tide, but we never did, did we?

We built as only children know to build.
We made a way where there's a will, no slowing down or standing still...
Innocent and reckless.

How did we get so old and never notice?
How did we gain the world and lose the moment?
Rise and fall, the tide surrounds us and drowns us all.

Finding the cracks in our intent; we can't stop the water rushing in.
We can't stop the walls collapsing in, from rocks into reign and to ruin again.

We built as only children know to build.
We made a way where there's a will;
Innocent and reckless.

Watching the years all washed away, scattered stones, all that remains,
a kingdom swallowed by the sea.
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