The Flood

My eyes are red
Heavy and burning
From losing sleep
And thinking about all the things
I'll never be everything they could need
I'll never be anything at all

These cloudy days drift so slowly
Like sheets of ice on the winter sea
Gray afternoons
I'm missing mornings
There's got to be another way

I spent three days
Talking to picture screens
And hearing ghosts
Tell me about all the things
They'll never be everything that I could need
They'll never be anything at all

These cloudy days drift so slowly
Like sheets of ice on the winter sea
Gray afternoons
I'm missing mornings
There's got to be another way

TV static on my brain
Change the channel go away
The ever louder dripping sound
It's just the flood to wash me out

These cloudy days drift so slowly
Like sheets of ice on the winter sea
Gray afternoons
I'm missing mornings
There's got to be another way



Credits
Writer(s): Ross Turpen
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