When I saw you walking on the water
Feels like an earthquake, feels insane.
I know that you're nowhere but I feel you somewhere
Like autumn leaves and early winter rain.
When I saw you walking on the ice
Your fingers were bleeding and your hands were raw
And the thunder and the lightning were following behind you
And I don't think that I believe any more.
When I try to touch you you're a thing made of china
When I try to reach you you're made of glass
Obsidian from volcanic eruptions
The cliff and the beach and the mountain and the pass.
You made the footprints in the middle of nowhere
You borrow her wings where the peregrine flies
And watching the water cover up the shipwreck
You ride the moon across the skies.
When I try to touch you you're a thing made of china,
When I try to speak to you, you're made of glass,
And the light from the sun refracts and shines around you
And through you and in you in glorious colour:
The white of the sand and the brown of the clay
And the blue of the sky and the slate of the sea
And the green of the grass and the black of the road
And the red of the brick in the shadow of the steeple.