Thoughts form...like water falls...on an empty page...like rain Free formed...like water colors...on an artist's stage...like rain
As blank as a canvas before you came to shed some light and clean the slate
Sitting here looking at the water comes crashing in Tides are rising and their pulling with an undertow Don't try to fight it or you'll make yourself to tired for the longest swim you've ever known to get back to shore
You'll go with everything you've got So put em up and take a shot, it's a long one, loaded as a smoking gun