If I ever learned that you had told me lies
I would open up my eyes
I'd cut off all my ties
And I would drive
And I doubt that we would ever meet again alive
There are some things that I always hold inside
They torture me at night
They weigh down on my mind
Just like a stone
They are the only things I'd ever call my own
And these are rolling waters
I set you on a hill
And I went myself to kill my brother
I met a man who scattered salt upon the earth
I grabbed him by his shirt
I fought him in the dirt
But he just slipped away
And the ground, it was already barren anyway
I built myself a fence around the yard
I built it up in parts
Without an end, without a start
It went all about
Then I tore it all back down
'Cause there was no one to keep out
One thing that I've come to learn is
Sheep, they sometimes also dress like wolves
Let him run, let him run, let him run
I'll be there to run with you
Let him run, let him run, let him run
I'll be right behind him running on
If I ever learned that you had told me lies
I would curse these cloudy skies
I'd take off this disguise
And I'd arise
And I doubt that you could look me in the eyes
Yeah the flame, it always burns and then it dies
And these are rolling waters
They'll never stay impure
This will all be washed away when I return
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