Anathallo - Genessaret Lyrics
We looked hard;I stood on the bottom.Calloused tiptoes,Splintering wood,Waterlogging.Break up, come back together. Genessaret.I want to skip like a stone from a stronger arm.Each one I throw is moving somewhere.Oh, let me go.I will go out, out, out, outPast these yellow ropes.I am not afraid.They sway there like The shredded ones hungFrom my parents' treeWhere I pumped my legsAnd I broke into sweat.I never saw my faceIn the bird bath mirror, Red as bloodAnd I was tired.For a minute short, there was a wonder.A sense after the momentary weird blur,In the space of expectancyWhen you wake,When you open your eyes.When you expect to see the same thing thatYou've seen. First, the ceiling:Grey from great oak.Grey from great oak.He'd thrown his net over us.(Stringy hands, stained glass)And all his sounds, the same today.But my body changed.Something in the salty sheetsWas pressing in on me.Stuck and stinging, I keep rolling.
