Hot Water Music Album

I need a remedy of diesel and dust
Something I can taste whith a fix I can trust
Another high, more potent than lust.
Eating and repeating
like the workings of rust and time.

I woke to the sound and the rhythm of rain
dancing down on the window pane.
Comatose. Eyes half closed.
Arms wrapped up with the wounds all sewn.
I froze from head to toe.
Clenched the jaw,
then felt my body roll over slow.

I must live to know that healing takes some time.

So no regrets, and no looking back to sinking ships.
I'll strip the gauze for a rational self-analysis.
"I'm down. Cut and bound.
Counting scars, and counting blessings loud."
So loud.

I mist live to know that time alone is always
healing as long as there's bleeding.
No regrets, or falling fits.
I'll strip the gauze and bleed it.

There's no worry.
It's only simple therapy.

"You'll get it right sometime. You will."
I tell myself that everyday.
"You don't need to latch on to anything.
You'll just end up back here
In your little limbo scene."
It's repetitious and exhausting.
I might need some therapy;
Anything to keep me in check through the day.

Don't think about your lover.
You're already steady shaking."
I might need a sedative,
But I hate the taste of medicine.
"You just need to let her go."
These pills shaking in my hand
Just make me feel defeated,
Like I'm not able to just let her go away.

I hate this place but I love these chords.
"An empty fate just means an even score."
And the pain this morning...
It's Jameson.
It means that I'm not dead.

And I just can't seem to get away
There's no such thing as escape,
Even with the sedaives
You're always in the same state,
Clutching to a limbo scene.
You're never changing anything,
You just stop the shaking.
And it's constantly repeated through the days.

I was hanging on by a little thread.
Just minutes before I was on a mountain.
I screamed "I can see all."
The ground broke from the sound.
It was all built on nothing.
And the pretty lights down below
Begged me to just let go;
To let myself be condemned;
To start again.

I opened up my aching hands.
I went down like an avalanche.
I tool with me the things I found.
I used them to help slow me down,
And start again.

Caution: the solid ground that you
Are on will slide from under you

It's one step to slip off the edge to trip,
And roll tumbling over everything standing in the way,
That's bled dry and decayed.

All and all we walk or crawl.
Either way still cevering ground,
In banners or bandages.
All and all we walk or crawl,
Dressed up right or naked and plain,
In banners or bandages.

I'll call up fears to meet
and spit them out, down in front of me,
then bury them to this beat.
And take everything with a grain of salt
to let all rubbish rot without a thought.

All and all we walk or crawl.
Either way still covering ground.
In banners and bandages.
All in all we walk or crawl.
In banners or bandages.

One step started every single evolution.
Then sent them spinning,
off in constant revolutions.
It's one step to slip
off the edge to go tumbling.
And I'm all for the fall.

All and all we walk or crawl.
Either way still covering ground,
In banners and bandages.
All on all we walk or crawl,
Dressed up right or naked and pain,
In banners or bandages.

It's already so hard to obtain...
But I'm sure you will
Make it all complicated
That a cartain fall
Is bound to send you
To the cold floor.
You know it's all related.

The view descent's reminiscent of...
You know it's all related.

When you come,
Crumbling,
You will grow back again,
Don't hold your breath.
Don't lie awake,
But don't hesitate,
Be ready to see.
Right.
Right.
Ready to see.
The view in ascent's reminiscent of...
You know it's all related.

When you come,
Crumbling,
You will grow back again,
Don't hold your breath.
Don't lie awake,
But don't hesitate,
Be ready to see.

This is not a model
fit for any mold.
The twisted old and bitter tongues
are reckless just as they are cold.
Dwelling on the dying
is wet fingers to the flame.
And I cannot say that I believe
in everything that you propose to me.

I'd rather learn from children.
I'd rather see their world.
In all it's natural splendor,
and all it's harsh distress unknown.
Not what's old and jaded,
forgotten or ignored.
Or in the way of anything,
there to keep the flame from burning.

I read the writing on the wall, and all
I see is "Who has lost the sense?"
I read the writing on the wall, and all

All that I care to know is what you're wondering.
All that I care to see is what you're seeing.
I want to know what you know,
not the little things you'll learn to guard you
(All the little things we'll teach you).

I read the writing on the wall, and all
I see is, "Who has lost the sense?"
I read the writing on the wall, and all
I see is, "Got to get it, to give."

You were tenderly afflicted,
and it was cold as hell.
There was nobody there that you could tell
how it came out of the clear blue,
like a vengeful ice storm.
You felt it come down,
but it don' matter now,
it will all be over soon.

You were tenderly afflicted,
and frozen in your place,
with your wonderful tears
and the tortures you faced.
But you wouldn't move anyway,
not for anyone.
You needed the pain
to feel you had a connection,
but it will all be over soon.
Is there something you can stand on?
For you...it seems there's nothing left to stand on.

So things are not the same
Cut all loss and walk away
What was said is done
so independence comes
and there is none the like
No more lonely souls
under changing leaves
and no more weary wrecks
Seeking harmony
while waiting for their rest
So choice is always free
granted nothing is but sure
Death won't set us free
Nor will misery
when we fear those worlds
We fear that we'll erode
quickly with no control
I won't lay sick and sorely
with my soul uneasy
The ground beneath me
is hollow, breaking up
When we get cut
it's so good to know that
sweet disasters
are just as precious
We fall down
to kiss the ground
and live to love and lose
All is well if all fails
At least we'll know the truth

I was back and forth
From armed to desperate,
Lost to fully aware.
How was your weekend?
You get your time alone?
It used to sound so peaceful,
Now it's panic-ridden.
How was your weekend?

I'm alright for now,
But I haven't been.
Got lots of shit behind me.
I'm alright for now.

I'll talk while I can,
But it hasn't been that easy.
It's simple talk at best.
Like "how's your weekend?"

When I went away
I made no decisions.
I couldn't trust them to me.
I was too weak then.

I'm alright for now,
But I haven't been.
Got lot's of shit behind me.
I'm alright for now.

Used to always want to sleep.
Used to want to (but couldn't) leave,
And I barely found the way.
Through the darkness and the trees
There were thoughts attacking me.
I saw the some come, in New Orleans,
Through the window n the front,
We just smoked and watched it come;
Being lazy with the gray light
In the back room,
Where we could talk and all,
But we were burnt.
We got our wards back with the morning
And we'll say anything we want,
Though we don't know what we don't know
About having time away.
I know you miss things everyday.
Certainn things made you feel safe,
And I had mine saving me.
How fleeting they came to be,
Certian things made me feel needed.

It's a gamble, double down or don't.
Just step out if you want to or stay in if you're bold.
It could be a sure shot or just as well a fold.
Since guessing is never easy and wishes never sold like gold.
The wheels are turning and the world is burning as all fall to sweet defeat.
It is so complete.
Call it humbling or brand it stumbling.
Don't stop living and don't stop sailing to meet what will be destiny.
We are but wayfarers with a wish to stay alive for a cause and for a dream.
There's much to move in a moving sea.
It could be a sure shot or just as well the fold.
Since guessing is never easy and wishes never sold like gold.
How about a handle or something set to hold.
Since love is everlasting when love is on the road. I'm told.
We are but wayfarers with a wish to stay alive for a cause and for a dream.
There's much to move in a moving sea.

If I could just begin
To forget where I have been
Maybe we wouldn't be here,
But I pace withing a haze.
I keep bumping into days
And waiting for them to end.

These complicated words are coming down.
I've searched for them so long it's comical
These complicated words are coming down.
And I've been searching so long.

I've been tounge-tied, tired and sick.
Like I'm training for the end.
I have been gasping for air,
I've been training for the end.

And I should've known better,
But I thought we were clear
(there I go thinking again).
Now look at our broken bones,
They want to heal but they don't,
We've nothing but tape to mend them.