New song lyrics – this one kicks posterior!
Caught with my head down
Thinking of breaking out
Cold on your caress
Blinded by fear and doubt
Sundays water runs through my hair
Dripping like an angel’s want to care
And the red begins to rise
There’s no escape, no disguise
Bending down to let go
This is a place I don’t know
Sundays water runs through my hair
Dripping like an angel’s want to care
I can’t wait for
Maybe myself
I can’t wait for
Maybe us
Still running
Another faint breathe
Still breathing
Still breathing
Still breathing…
