In The Gray - Hot Water Music
I'm suspended now
Hanging in the gray of a weather beaten town
December rolls around
Lays a blanket of herself on the ground
Where comfort lives in sound
Like a gun laying cold on
The ground no way to spell it out
Still much to say of a gun left down
Most of me is elsewhere wondering
Shall we hear a song
Shall we live one soaked to the bone
I'm suspended now
Hanging in the gray of a weather heavy cloud
Soften my face and bow
Bid my farewells to the ground for now
Part of me is sinking pondering
Hope is a gracious term aligned
With the faith that reason
Has a course to take me be the just one
Until then I will drown go down without a fit
How glorious is it
Bound in sound even and weightless
And free from wrist to wrist
I will drown go down without a fit
How glorious is it
Bound in sound even and weightless
And free from wrist to wrist