Final Streak

There are good things in this world now
There are good things in this world
Not alone
In a garden of abundance
Tree of joy, tree of good, tree of kindness
On its own
Does it feel overgrown?

Like a longing for the first of spring
I am waiting, I am aching
Like a painting, wholly incomplete
I’m despairing
For that final streak
I know you will not leave me there
Quenched but thirsty
Keep me coming back to your nourishing love
‘Cause I’m full but hungry for more

I am young and my legs they saunter
I feel old, I feel weak, I feel drained
Feel it all
Feel the joy, feel the pain
Feel the joy through the pain
I am just a bone dry vessel
I am a flower-withering vase
On my own
So fill it all

Yeah
Like a longing for the first of spring
I am waiting, I am aching
Like a painting, wholly incomplete
I’m despairing
For that final streak
I know you will not leave me there
Quenched but thirsty
Keep me coming back to your nourishing love
‘Cause I’m full but hungry for more

I know you will not leave me there
Quenched but thirsty
Keep me coming back to your nourishing love
‘Cause I’m full but hungry for more