Sea - The Bride
Swing low sweet chariot swing low
'Cause I ain't got no I ain't got no place left to go
Back in the water I hold my breath
Listening to the breaking voice behind a lit cigarette
Through chattering teeth my dearest friend speaks
I'll have nothing left after this thing peaks
His face is still my stomach sinks
This might be it for us we toast and we drink
We toast and we drink
The only thing uglier than these insides of mine
Are the towering twin shadows lingering behind
The thieving hands of ticking time
Are taking from me what I always thought would be mine
So I'll put my organs on ice to forget for a week
That I'm crawling this dirt path towards a devastating defeat
