Black Water

as i ride through hills unworldly

travel roads so wide and long

passing fields and waters dirty

fuel the fire, but bring it on

and it feels i need shelter

you can keep my flesh and bones

felt so good when i held her as my own

wash my hands in black water

and i can´t come back no more

i was lost in the wide open

couldn’t find out which way to go

that´s the cost of words unspoken

so i hide out til she knows

and it feels i need shelter

you can keep all i own

felt so good when i held her as my own

wash my hands in black water

and i can´t come back no more

well i´m not saying that i´m sorry

its too late now for pain and regret

all i´m saying is end of story

its too late for us to reset

wash my hands in black water

and i can´t come back no more