Final Streak

There are good things in this world now

There are good things in this world

Not alone, not alone, not alone, not alone

Not alone, not alone, not alone, not alone

There are good things in this world now

There are good things in this world

Not alone, not alone, not alone, not alone

Not alone, not alone, not alone, not alone

In a garden of abundance

Tree of joy, tree of good, tree of kindness

On its own, on its own, on its own, on its own

Does it feel overgrown?

Overgrown, overgrown, 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 it all, feel it all, 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, on my own, on my own, on my own

So fill it all, fill it all, fill it all, 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