The Flood

My eyes are red Heavy and burning From losing sleep And thinking about all the things I'll never be everything they could need I'll never be anything at all These cloudy days drift so slowly Like sheets of ice on the winter sea Gray afternoons I'm missing mornings There's got to be another way I spent three days Talking to picture screens And hearing ghosts Tell me about all the things They'll never be everything that I could need They'll never be anything at all These cloudy days drift so slowly Like sheets of ice on the winter sea Gray afternoons I'm missing mornings There's got to be another way TV static on my brain Change the channel go away The ever louder dripping sound It's just the flood to wash me out These cloudy days drift so slowly Like sheets of ice on the winter sea Gray afternoons I'm missing mornings There's got to be another way