Bitter Water Songtext

Blind Pilot

von In The Shadow Of The Holy Mountain

Bitter Water Songtext
Most of my years are bitter water
They come back crawling through the cracks in the sandstone
Come back owning everything I own
Each stroke, each breath for something after
And I get caught swimming in the dead tide
I get caught in the crab holes

Don't send me old photos
I got the tick, ticking of those summers in my bones
Don't send me old photos
I got this dead on feeling I won't need them where I am going

Most things I say are bitter water
And I'm not trying to make a record of my love
I don't even want to remember it all

So don't send me old photos
I got the tick, ticking of those summers in my bones
Don't send me old photos
I got this dead on feeling I won't need them where I am going

Where I am going
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