I soak you up like sponge
I'm full of ghosts like anyone
But there is this thing I have
A gift a curse a yellow flower
They see me as they wanna see
I get so sick of trying to be
All that they expect of me
The bridge the light the statue of liberty
Just wanna turn out the lights
Crawl in to your nights
Be one with your
I may have eased the waves
But my head swims in your caves
I bathe you in my sleep
In the water that was meant to give but not keep
Just wanna turn out the lights
Crawl in to your nights
Be one with your