Lyrics: Adam Cleaver
Music: Adam Cleaver/Matthew Harris
Can’t fight what,
You don’t see,
There’s smoke in the air we breathe,
Our hands meet,
Eyes watching,
They stare like the own these streets,
Make me, falling water,
So you can’t, keep me here,
And I’ll run, to the ocean,
Then I’ll be, out of your reach,
Out of your reach,
You tell me,
My safety,
Is something you lend to me,
You bury,
Our bodies,
In stories where we don’t speak,
Make me, falling water,
So you can’t, keep me here,
And I’ll run, to the ocean,
Then I’ll be, out of your reach,
Out of your reach,
Make me, falling water,
So you can’t, keep me here,
And I’ll run, to the ocean,
Then I’ll be, out of your reach,
Out of your reach