Rough Dreams

歌詞

Waist deep - hands on the water. A little boy is wading, just laugh it off. Could it be a shadow of anxiety reaching out? I want a cure but I don't want to listen. Sometimes I still feel so dry. I descend, don't know what I'm missing... That's why I'm calling for you. Sometimes I'd rather be a good memory But I won't be there to comfort you. Months pass, the pool is dry and I can still will myself. The cold air, the rain, and a simple twist of taste. We've been treading deep, But that's something that we laughed off, And I'm almost through with hoping and youth.