see beyond the words and faces
feel beyond the smooth skin
read beyond the print
breathe in more than the oxygen
run in messy houses
live beneath the bridges
seek more than what they can offer
but most importantly
always drink enough water

living in the daydreams in my head
i’ll take my pain pills and go to bed
lifeless, cold and dead
I’ve awaited someone to save this disgrace
but now it’s too late

down to the river, i’m leaving you behind
down to the river, i’ll cry and cry and cry
down to the river, please dry my eyes
down to the river, i’ll sing this lullaby

How do I escape the weeping skies
Where no one calls out my name,
I start to cry
Where the only touch I’ve ever felt is my own hand
The vision of my dreams reaches a lie,
I cant stand, I can’t cry, I can’t feel, I can’t say goodbye
Where do I escape the weeping skies, where the end of my sorrow dies