Bring me water - send a flood
Who'd have thought the old man had so much blood
Send me pictures of the life you left in fear
You gave up this one thing
Just to keep my body here
Down here - you are not me
You are NOT the kind of person I was hoping I could be
What a question - lies that march in two by two
And now they're all useless
I realized it too soon - so how are we even
Your talk of brassy dreams and beer
Hold me silent while I rest my body here....
Round here, down here....
You are NOT the kind of person I was hoping I could be - down here....
And the hole's much deeper than the burned out world inside your head
And I saw your keeper walking dreams in black and red
And it's not that easy - but the way from here is twice as hard
And I know you don't believe me....
But you are not me......
And you are not the kind of person I was hoping I could be
Bring me water..... send a flood.....
from Sea Sides,
released September 5, 2020
Yep - I think I played everything on this one too.