Four years and Im bottoming out
First came the flood, now theres a drought
48 degrees, no spring and no freeze
The water wont run if you dont hurry back to me
Two hands on the waterwheel
The cold creek runs through everyone from here
You may find another side but i
Liked it more when you were alive
Four years and Im hollowing out
Survivor guilt and ordinary doubts
48 degrees, no spring and no freeze
The water wont run if you dont hurry back to me
Two hands on on the waterwheel
The cold creek runs through everyone from here
Dont lie to me, Ive had those dreams
One tunnel leads to another
Dont lie to me, Ive had those dreams
You go, I wont
The booming voice reverberates
From the bench the stained glass
Tiny plastic keys at his fingertips
As they murder the hymns
What I didnt do doesnt matter now
Its far beyond repair
I close my eyes
As tight as I can
Make it happen to me again
I do it all over again