This is where the water becomes shallow.
  And nothing here is quite as deep
  as you hoped it would be.
    You wish the lines were drawn a little clearer.
  The tides have turned
  this drought will burn
  and everything is falling out of place.
    And drying in the sun
  shriveling and shrinking
  the hides are turning brown
  wrinkling and stinging.
    as you bury yourself
    deep in the dust
  of the sandiest grave you can find
  it's a new desert life.
    to be reborn again
  out of glass and of sand
  and you're shimmering and you are clear.
    this is where
  the water is shallow and nothing is as deep
  as you hoped it would be.
    and this drought will burn
  and everything's falling
  out of place.
    and you're glimmering and you are clear.