Desperate Measures Still water white water white butterfly Mist in the morning, fire in your eye I’m needing a mantra for calming my mind My mind There’s a door on the edge to the house on the lake In winter the ice is road you will take Full circle in the shape of your face Your face The paint it is drying Water is deep Sunlight is saying That its time that we leap My thoughts are escaping like grains of sand I rock and I comfort them, here in my hand The world it is empty but there’s nowhere for me to stand. The paint it is drying Water is deep Sunlight is saying That its time that we leap