"washing of the water" by peter gabriel

w a s h i n g o f t h e w a t e r - p e t e r g a b r i e l

river, river carry me on, living river carry me on
river, river, carry me on, to the place where i come from

so deep, so wide, will you take me on your back for a ride?
if i should fall would you swallow me deep inside?
river, show me how to float, i feel like i'm sinking down
thought that i could get along
but here in this water, my feet won't touch the ground
i need something to turn myself around

going away, away toward the sea
river deep, can you lift up and carry me
oh roll on through the heartland
'til the sun has left the sky
river, river carry me high
'til the washing of the water has made it all alright
let your waters reach me like she reached me tonight

letting go, it's so hard
the way it's hurting now
to get this love untied
so tough to stay with this thing
'cos if i follow through, i face what i denied
i'll get those hooks out of me
and i'll take out the hooks that i sunk deep in your side
kill that fear of emptiness, in loneliness i'll hide
river, oh river, river running deep
bring me something that will let me get to sleep
in the washing of the water
will you take it all away
bring me something to take this pain away

Act V. THE TRUTH. (Love is hard work. And, sometimes, hard work can really hurt.) Love is a game. If they didn't tell you before, we will tell you now. Love is a game and if you play you either win, lose, or get ejected before the game is over. There are no ties. Maybe you'll lose and learn some great, meaningful answer from it all (like if it looks to good to be true, it is). It's easy to love something when you don't have to work at it. It's harder when it asks something of you. You just might be afraid to give. Give it anyway. The heart is the most resilient muscle. It is also the stupidest. So if this love you've found is good to you, hold it, keep it, shout about it. If it isn't, then maybe you should just become very good friends.