Backwater

And when I wake up in the morning

To feel the daybreak on my face

There's a blood that's flowin'

Through the feeling, with a knife

To open up the sky's veins

Some things will never change

They stand there looking backwards

Half unconscious from the pain

They may seem rearranged

In the backwater swirling, there is

Something that will never change

And when I should of been gone a long time

Laughs and says, I find ways

Just when we're sheltered under paper

The rockets come at us sideways

Some things will never change

They stand there looking backwards

Half unconscious from the pain

They may seem rearranged

In the backwater swirling, there is

Something that'll never change

Hey, I'm blind

Good, fine

Roll the time

On whose dime

And when I wake up in the morning

To feel the daybreak on my face

There's a blood that's flowin'

Through the ceiling, with a knife

To open up the sky's veins

Some things will never change

They stand there looking backwards

Half unconscious from the pain

They may seem rearranged

In the backwater swirling, there is

Something that'll never change

Some things will never change

They stand there looking backwards

Half unconscious from the pain

They may seem rearranged

In the backwater swirling, there is

Something that'll never change