bringing out the buckets to bail out rain no thoughts or arguements against the headlights
anything, anything i think it's more than i once conceived i am more than you once believed
i had locked myself up tight in the white sheets of depression hanging low parched despite the wintry mix outside
it's a flood that i'm swimming currents are currently sweeping me, despite my fighting but i am free, i'll soon be flying low across the surface like i always do to find you