Something in the Water

My stomach is sick

Must be something in the water

Even if I hadn't drunk it in

It would have soaked in through the skin

The cure grows next to the poison

And that's how we find our medicine

In the ground our sickness grows

Fed sour streams and water flows

My intuition is good

Perhaps too much so

I'm a sensitive soul

And I worry about you

Can't unsee what I have seen

Can't undream the things I dream

Even paradise Is a place to die