theres a man dressed in white lying in the field

he talks to the clouds

or so i feel

the way he spoke inflated both of my lungs

i stood by the sound in the night

and you despise your thoughts with the little counts of buttery, blistering warts you rubbed against me

please drown my sound

and softly leave

tumbling down my sorrows

intertwining with what i said

sailing through the night in doubt i cannot stop

weighing myself down

keep myself safe and sound

for what i care i can without

what i said

what i said

by the riverside across

where he was caught

his feet were cold

or so i thought

sparingly gave a stare for what its worth

i thought id make it out alive

what i knew, what i do, what i cannot bring through

as i saw my head hanging out from his

dress

somewhere in the little shoes that i tried to fill in

tumbling down my sorrows

intertwining with what i said

sailing through the night in doubt

i cannot stop

weighing myself down

keep myself safe and sound

for what i care i can without

what i said

what i said