The Late Design

What you seek You might find What you need to be when you're caught on the catchers line When every ripple seems to be just bobbing On the steering vine As we navigate the twists and turns The journey begins when the feeling returns She was a mighty vessel I was the anchor I couldn't do a thing when they came and sank her What became of the great divine? She's reduced to the late design We searched the endless sea Just riding on a breeze until we swam in holy waters Despite the searing memory of everyone that came to see A bit of me and all your veering daughters As we navigate the twists and turns The journey begins when the feeling returns She was a mighty vessel I was the anchor I couldn't do a thing when they came and sank her What became of the great divine? She's reduced to the late design What became of a great divine? She's reduced to the late design What became of the great divine? She's reduced to the late design What became of the great divine? She's reduced to the late design