That slender wooden matchstick slid underneath my door
The flame that it was bearing carried hunger, carried warmth
As it rolled into the petrol I picked myself up off the floor
He sends his honey letters from the woods
His whole damn family swept out with the floods
As a hard hard people live a hard hard truth etched in their blood
And it's worn upon their faces like leather
Slept with a gun, close to my heart
That sacred oath we took, two years apart
When I go to hold you my naked mind begins to boil
Her name is Sandy, sandy's confused
About the waves upon the ocean, and what lit the fuse
About love and luck and gods and sex and sin
We built this house it seems a lifetime ago
In a pretty little neighbourhood on a well heeled road
But behind the doors and the locks and the grins
She's divorcing me
And the skin upon my face looking weathered
I'd call you up, I'd even beg
I sat and waited for that flag to be raised
And the worst part is that I saw you out with another man
We're married people, married people, we're married people we're married
We're married people, cautious lovers, a tragic book til we're buried
We're married people, married, so don't let down your guard
In the void between paces, pockets and things left undone
I will become, I will become the river i'm on
When the cold rain washes the thirst from my tongue
I will become, I will become the mountain I'm on
With the acres, and the acres of land that I've walked
I will become, I will become the Earth and the Sun