Lyrics: bedhed
Music: bedhed
Woke up, I felt fine
Don't blame anyone
The yoke of time
But a certain something plagues my mind
A certain someone of mine
And I've been thinking, too
Of marrying you while I'm black with the blues
Not the love I told you to
Water falls from the spines of the umbrella like an IV drip
I am cut up in her mind
Let me fall, let me slip
And how much will it take for me to fall awake?
And what cost for a mate?
(how much) Must I take?
Water falls from their eyes, mine arе fine
I'd drown in their brine
A stupid thought
Thе loving kind
"Fiona come closer, shut softly your watery eyes..."