Moving to Blackwater

hey you, talking sideways.
i know you better than that.
got nothing too prove,
so we got nothing too loose,
when the sand sinks straight too the bottom
and you forget that i dont have all the answers
well its now or its never,
this train won’t wait forever
all this singing and laughing
well its not for, its not for fun.
its not for fun.
and it feels like both boats are sinking,
and ive got one foot in each.
should i abandon the plan?
would any man understand?
and would i even make land if i swam?
i’d just washup on the beach
it’s allways just out of reach.
Oh my smile is fragile,
my heart is held together with string and sellotape.
be gentle please rember,
with string and sellotape
with string and sellotape
with string and sellotape
with string and sellotape
I Dont Bleed, I Dont Bruise
its allways good news
cant loose, cant loose
i cant loose
yeaaaaaaa
i cant loose