Backwater

Backwater

When I wake up in the morning
To feel the daybreak on my face
There’s a blood that’s flowing through the feeling
With a knife to open up the sky’s veins

Some things never change
They stand there looking backwards, half-unconscious from the pain
It may seem rearranged
In the backwater swirling there is something that will never change

And when I should be gone a long time
Laughs, and says I find ways
Just when we’re sheltered under paper
The rockets come at us sideways

Some things never change
They stand there looking backwards, half-unconscious from the pain
It may seem rearranged
In the backwater swirling there is something that will never change

Hey I’m fine
Good, fine
Roll the time
On who’s dime?

Some things never change
They stand there looking backwards, half-unconscious from the pain
It may seem rearranged
In the backwater swirling there is something that will never change