I can't take it slowly
I've found a reason for you to come on time
Can't reach the corners of my mind
The loudest call above the tide
It may take a while
To let go of what you know
The cries are real and your soul is cold
And I've heard your story told
Reflections of the truth are free
Why does it come so easy
Come on down to the River of Sight
You could take my hand
Teach you things you can understand
I know that you know who you are
Settle in within the gland
I am learning to be free
Mother Mary, let me be
The cries are real and your soul is cold
And I've heard your story told
Reflections of the truth are free
Why does it come so easily