Shallow Pool

If life is a bottle that's been kicked across the floor At least I know where I can find you The unspilt remains of hope with which we came In such a shallow pool Some things are going to change Why protest? They're not going to stay the same Why protest? Criss-cross in the sand Places in the future Where I can touch the past... Making ditches, digging graves for the fear Trying to bury it alive To bury it I don't want to be sick With this love With this love I don't want to be sick With this love With this love