The winds scatter you, and conceal you in their whirl,
My busyness denies you in its well-constructed world,
Not content to simply be, I wrestle the silence,
Fill it up with noise, instead of waiting quiet in your presence.

Still waters run deep, still waters run deep,
Still waters run deep, still waters run deep.

Just can't see through the veils of distraction that I wear,
Can't hear past the din of diversions just out there,
But if the blind man sees, and the deaf man hears you too,
Help me to be quiet, and give me windows to see through.

Still waters run deep, still waters run deep,
Still waters run deep, still waters run deep.

If I wait, I'll hear your voice,
Deep calls to deep,
Reflections are clearer there in the waters...
In the waters that are still.

Looking out through the smoke and the mirrors of fulfillment,
I think I've been wooed again with fruit from a slimy serpent.

Still waters run deep, still waters run deep,
Still waters run deep, still waters run deep,
Still waters run deep, still waters run deep,
Still waters run deep, still waters run deep.

Still waters run deep, still waters run deep.