White Water In The Morning

It's all happening

It's all starting again

So cover your hair in your eyes

I am sorry I didn't notice him

Standing there

He's over behind the books

Startling man

His mouth's wide open

But there's no sound coming from his throat

I'm playing around with dirty finger

It's getting to the point again

We're all going to perish out loud

That only you and I could hear

The wind will blow us over

Walking, radiating

The wind it's creating a pitch

Let it sing, let it sing

Let it sing to you in hell

Let 'em sing, let 'em sing

Let 'em sing to you in hell

Shadows cannot hold hands

Shadows exaggerate them

Shadows cannot hold hands