The one whose shame is left too long Is the one whose name is lost along the Clear and shallow shore A reflection in the water stays The thing it grew upon is an ashen sail No more Turn straw to gold how can you hold Onto the courage to own a name To think of raising up out of these seas The thing that I will raise up is a dress I weave myself Of freshly plucked anemones So collect the flowers In the shallow water all along the shore And take them away with you The eye and a reflection of an eye Is what that flower sees A space we've learned here too Turn straw to gold What can you hold onto the courage to own a name To think of raising up out of these seas The thing that I will raise up is a dress I weave myself Of freshly plucked anemones And I'll be in the water See my hand come through the water And their eyes do close up tight And when they open again a sail is born
