Daughter of a Dove

Daughter of a dove
keeps me

I have found a love
among the thorns

Breakwater to the sea
keeps me

There is an aging arm
Across a naked waste
There is a fallen tree
Against a perfect January snow

And that's as spiritual as I need to be
That's as spiritual as I need to be

We all know safety
is a blessing and a curse
Like Mary's baby
staring back up at Mary

So when they said,
"Turn up the kick drum,
turn up the snare."
I turned around to see my baby
Put the flower in her hair
Now I'm doing flips
off the edge of the pool
Sophomore, junior, fool

The things I do
and the things I say
I know they're more than just a little
away from each other
more than just a little away
But people,
I've been operating
under the impression
that that's OK

When all of your heroes
have had their sons
And all of your heroes
have had their daughters
And all of your heroes
have left you
And all you have left is
all of this water
Well all you can do
all you can do
is secure your bird heart
and sail towards the edge
But I am just an arm
hanging in the sun
and that's as spiritual as I know how to be
and that's as spiritual as I know how to be
and I said
I am just an arm
hanging in the sun
where the daughter of a dove
keeps me

So when they said,
"Turn up the kick drum,
turn up the snare."
I turned away to see my baby
put the flower in her hair
Now I'm just crossing shit off my list
at the edge of the pool
Five, four, three, two
One thing a wise man would do is
Waste away
but the
one thing that I'm going to do is
take a name
and my name is the babe
my name is the babe
my name is the babe
my name is the babe

Breakwater to the sea
that's as spiritual as I need to be
Breakwater to the sea
that's as spiritual as I need to be
Breakwater to the sea
that's as spiritual, as spiritual as I need to be
The daughter of a dove keeps me
Break, breakwater to the sea
Just strong enough to hold back the waves
as they roll in, roll in, roll in, roll in
and I should've told you sooner
I'll be relying on you, baby
and I should've told you sooner
I think you're just like me
and I guess I should've told you
sometimes I'm just an arm
just another arm
hanging out a window on the highway in the sun
or a fallen tree against a January snowbank
or a break, break, break, breakwater to the sea
breakwater to the sea
that's as spiritual as I need to be
the daughter of a dove keeps me
break, breakwater to the sea
breakwater to the sea
that's as spiritual as I need to be
the daughter of a dove keeps me