The Place Where I Drown
Dull
The shame of my youth growing old
The turn at the edge of the fish bowl
The sting of rejection
By those eyes
Peering from the place I despise
'til I'm pinned like a scared butterfly
Shaking in wonder
Through the years the call stays the same
Gentle voices, each with a different name
Sing there's a place for me out in the cove
Past the refrain
Don't let me be drawn to the place where I drown
Drawn to the place where I drown
But if I die tomorrow
May my obituary be
That there was a song
And it swallowed me
Why the war
When did the waves become blue carnivores
I'll steer, but I'm dreaming of the shore
To see past all the salt in my eyes
I know it's a trap
But it wouldn't be me if I turned back
And it wouldn't be life with the map
Through the years
The journey's the same
Wild oceans, each with a different name
Is there a place for me, out in the cove
Past the refrain
Don't let me be drawn to the place where I drown
Drawn to the place where I drown
But if I die tomorrow
May my obituary be
That I wrote this song
Then it swallowed me
Pieces of glass on the beach
Cuts on my hands and my knees
Bittersweet notes on the breeze
And new walls to my nursery
The shame of my youth growing old
The turn at the edge of the fish bowl
The sting of rejection
By those eyes
Peering from the place I despise
'til I'm pinned like a scared butterfly
Shaking in wonder
Through the years the call stays the same
Gentle voices, each with a different name
Sing there's a place for me out in the cove
Past the refrain
Don't let me be drawn to the place where I drown
Drawn to the place where I drown
But if I die tomorrow
May my obituary be
That there was a song
And it swallowed me
Why the war
When did the waves become blue carnivores
I'll steer, but I'm dreaming of the shore
To see past all the salt in my eyes
I know it's a trap
But it wouldn't be me if I turned back
And it wouldn't be life with the map
Through the years
The journey's the same
Wild oceans, each with a different name
Is there a place for me, out in the cove
Past the refrain
Don't let me be drawn to the place where I drown
Drawn to the place where I drown
But if I die tomorrow
May my obituary be
That I wrote this song
Then it swallowed me
Pieces of glass on the beach
Cuts on my hands and my knees
Bittersweet notes on the breeze
And new walls to my nursery
Credits
Writer(s): Cristina Birkel
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