Flood Gates

I don't remember who I was then
But I think I'm about to find out
Could be the sweat of the hot summer wind
Or maybe just this taste in my mouth

But the floodgates
They won't wait for you
And maybe I don't know myself
But the floodgates do

Very old and residual
A rain's been falling and no one noticing
Everybody keeping dry inside
So here's a metaphor
I've got a reservoir chained to my soul and it's overflowing
Everybody gonna watch me cry

For the floodgates
They won't wait, no they won't wait for me
And maybe I'm blind to the vision of myself
But the floodgates see

Oh, and the see right through you
Like an angel in the sky
Staring through and daring you to lie

Oh the floodgates
They won't wait, no they won't wait for you
And maybe I don't know myself
But the floodgates do
The floodgates do...



Credits
Writer(s): Christie Mccarthy
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