Last Time

Part of me is always under water

I hear the sounds distorting as they flow

Clarity at mercy of the current

And I want is a direction, a way that I know

And I believe it’s worth a go

How can we know if we don’t

We’re holding on to anything at all

It’s not the last time

And I believe it’s worth a go

How can we know if we don’t

We’re holding on to anything at all

And I’m sure one day I see things clearer

A wasted youth, the only way to know

I still watching winter getting nearer

You see the world around you fall, to regrow