The Lake

Eighteen feet under, I feel the light on my face Breaks through the water turning ocean blue depths to grey I reach up my fingers, warmth meant to linger Maybe I’ll just let the current take me, float away While you’re sailing away from here Count to ten watch me disappear Down by the lake What could have been Now’s your biggest mistake Well my silver spring may be rusty and and cold to the touch But I could have loved you, it wouldn’t have taken much I reach out my fingers, touch meant to linger The pebbles ‘tween your toes on the shore line, beg you to stay While you’re sailing away from here Count to ten watch me disappear Down by the lake What could have been Now’s your biggest mistake