Bad Maps - Living Water Тексты

Little drops of living water
Lost and gone beneath the fodder
I lost a father
I lost a father

If its for its own sake
We live and we die
I venture after nothing resides
But I lost a father
I lost a father

I allotted visitations with the other side
Then I visit with the father
Let him curb my pride
But I lost a father
I lost a father