Cold Feet

The River Ouse welcomes me
Chills run from hands to feet
Pockets loaded with stones and
Like Woolf hungry for an end

I see your feet in the sand
While mine are in the waves
I've got pockets full of stones
So help me unload

Leaving Louisville that night
On route to Los Gatos
Never looking for a fight
But nothing goes right

A kiss from loaded arms
Was meant for my harm
Spend the rest of our days unlike Iris
In each others' gaze

And I will put my feet on land
And I will run with you till the end
Every second hand in hand
Making footprints in the sand

No need for deep breathing
Forever sleep in the kitchen
A treatment better than Hughes
Is what I expect from you

A need to be needed
A sucker for punishment
Whatever you call it
I am in your debt

And I will put my feet on land
And I will run with you till the end
Every second hand in hand
Making footprints in the sand



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Writer(s): Ktg
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