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Testo The Potomac
Testo The Potomac
I'm spitting vowels out, no words are being formed.
Could this mark an ending, or is this the new norm?
Constant, ever careful to not say what I mean
Because we both know the pain inside what the truth brings.
And I'll hold my tongue until my throat bleeds.
Don't say that I am what you want, tell me I'm what you need.
I'll always remember what you swore you'd forget,
Caught inside the river between reverie and regret.
So line my pockets with rocks and kick my body off the docks.
One day we will lay hand in hand with the tide.
Let your floods rise.
Why can't we leave it at the thought that we both tried?
Let your floods rise.
The waves ring out their crashing refrain,
They know not why they sing.
"I have seen the mermaids singing each to each,
I do not think they will sing to me."
Tell me about the ocean.
Tell me about the sea. Tell me about the secrets
That you always hid from me.
I'm rowing oars backwards in regret.
My bones, they ache.
I'm pulling up dead souls from their graves.
My bones, they ache.
A moment suspended by the grace in your eyes
Would do more to fix this than silence ever could.
But what would I give to realize this haunting lie,
That this was a bad dream as I wake where you fall asleep.
Could this mark an ending, or is this the new norm?
Constant, ever careful to not say what I mean
Because we both know the pain inside what the truth brings.
And I'll hold my tongue until my throat bleeds.
Don't say that I am what you want, tell me I'm what you need.
I'll always remember what you swore you'd forget,
Caught inside the river between reverie and regret.
So line my pockets with rocks and kick my body off the docks.
One day we will lay hand in hand with the tide.
Let your floods rise.
Why can't we leave it at the thought that we both tried?
Let your floods rise.
The waves ring out their crashing refrain,
They know not why they sing.
"I have seen the mermaids singing each to each,
I do not think they will sing to me."
Tell me about the ocean.
Tell me about the sea. Tell me about the secrets
That you always hid from me.
I'm rowing oars backwards in regret.
My bones, they ache.
I'm pulling up dead souls from their graves.
My bones, they ache.
A moment suspended by the grace in your eyes
Would do more to fix this than silence ever could.
But what would I give to realize this haunting lie,
That this was a bad dream as I wake where you fall asleep.
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