Sometimes I can hear ocean roar in the beggars mouth to be the pride and joy ~ the laughter pitiful of others the noose holds on when you walk once more through the cheater’s town and like a little boy you get the shivers down your spine
...in a way that the world feels odd...
when I leave the water run bend on the floor I wait for dawn and I know it won’t be long when I’ll be swimming for the shore
...for the shore...
sometimes all the held back feelings become stream of tears or awake the animal ~ desires not told, not followed the moment you’re rowing alone your boat on the lake of fear the paddles feel emerge... the touch of water breeds the sorrow once more
the shoreline closing up on you and it feels so cruel ~ the water crystal blue take the time to... go down the drain wash away my pain and yet feel the same minutes crawl and the soul catches on fire I will never break but this is way too much to take
So come ~ wake me then when the night is gone ‘cause it feels so long in your head...