Above The Water
Stumblin' in the door, a quarter pass three
Drinkin' a lil' more, but it's not what I need
Aching in my head, guilty in my chest
And this ain't who I want to be
I owe it to my mama who raised me in the choir, and told me that I was a son
I run from the father, end up working harder to do what's already been done
Lord help me let go what's over my soul
Maybe I ain't supposed to keep my head above the water
Been 80 mines an hour, seven days a week
Living off of forgers and these earth wood strings
The band needs pay, so the bills don't have to wait
I can use a doll- and a lil' more face
And I owe it to my mama who raised me in the choir, and told me that I was a son
I run from the father, end up working harder to do what's already been done
Lord help me let go, what's over my soul
Maybe I ain't supposed to keep my head above the water
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
If you're listening, I'm giving in
Now lay my God down, if you leave me I'm ready to drown
And I owe it to my mama who raised me in the choir, and told me that I was a son
I run from the father, end up working harder to do what's already been done
Lord help me let go, what's over my soul
Lord help me let go, what's over my soul
Maybe I ain't supposed to keep my head above the water
Drinkin' a lil' more, but it's not what I need
Aching in my head, guilty in my chest
And this ain't who I want to be
I owe it to my mama who raised me in the choir, and told me that I was a son
I run from the father, end up working harder to do what's already been done
Lord help me let go what's over my soul
Maybe I ain't supposed to keep my head above the water
Been 80 mines an hour, seven days a week
Living off of forgers and these earth wood strings
The band needs pay, so the bills don't have to wait
I can use a doll- and a lil' more face
And I owe it to my mama who raised me in the choir, and told me that I was a son
I run from the father, end up working harder to do what's already been done
Lord help me let go, what's over my soul
Maybe I ain't supposed to keep my head above the water
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
If you're listening, I'm giving in
Now lay my God down, if you leave me I'm ready to drown
And I owe it to my mama who raised me in the choir, and told me that I was a son
I run from the father, end up working harder to do what's already been done
Lord help me let go, what's over my soul
Lord help me let go, what's over my soul
Maybe I ain't supposed to keep my head above the water
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Agee, Ian Harrison, Sarah Turner, Tyler Braden
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