White Water In The Morning

It's all happening It's all starting again So cover your hair in your eyes I am sorry I didn't notice him Standing there He's over behind the books Startling man His mouth's wide open But there's no sound coming from his throat I'm playing around with dirty finger It's getting to the point again We're all going to perish out loud That only you and I could hear The wind will blow us over Walking, radiating The wind it's creating a pitch Let it sing, let it sing Let it sing to you in hell Let 'em sing, let 'em sing Let 'em sing to you in hell Shadows cannot hold hands Shadows exaggerate them Shadows cannot hold hands