Waiting for the Flood

Once upon a time you'd talk to me
 How your wild rivers were reaching out for me
 And fed into an ocean of love, if I had read you carefully
 You swore to lead me through my sleep
 And even in times when I should not weep
 You'd find a way to cleanse my soul, come to drown my restless feet
 While all those simple things that I had not
 Turned to old friends that I soon forgot
 I burned all their memory solemnly, still waiting for your flood
 Till there won't remain that many things to ask
 Staying on-shore had to become my greatest task
 Got to find a way to cleanse my soul on my own and drown my restless feet
 Oh can't you see how I'm longing for you
 To take me with you on a river of excess
 Will need a rainstorm to fill up my emptiness
 Don't you hear how I'm calling out for you
 Come wash me over with your current full of passion
 Your raging streams shall make me melt in open seas of caress