I am not the devil under the water
Pulling you down by your old wooden ankles.
Splitting and shriveling,
seeping out of me.
God, I’m afraid of the songs you’ve been singing me
God I cannot hear your voice quite so clearly.
And I am the walls crumbling down.
We are clearly the saints
No, we are not afraid
Our names cannot be engraved in the sand.
I am just a sinner, pulling my splinters out
Chipping away at a crackling flame.
Well I felt my shoulders begin to get lighter
When I realized that it all would get harder than this.
But I don’t believe in the surface.
We can’t see through the sheets
No, we are not asleep
And I will not be the leaves on your tree.
I am the tides
I’m the beggar left for dead on the side
And I am the walls crumbling down
They’re watching me fall through the windows of saints
They’re making me something I am not.
Your brother got killed in the snow while you slept
But you never grew out of the secrets you kept
To keep all his light-headed hoping alive
Carried for miles inside of your mind.
Now I’m writing down all of my saintly complaints
And pulling the strings they’ve attached to my face
But I’m done haunting houses
And cursing at God
And filling up spaces with black and white fog.
I saw my whole life in the glass on the floor
Well what did you think all of that shaking was for?
Now I’m floating downstream
Chasing after my bones.
Well I guess I grew old
But I never went home.


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    My Opinionawesome song cant wait to hear some more :)
    epichighfiveon September 07, 2009   Link
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    General CommentThis is what I'm hearing:

    I am not the Devil under the water
    Pulling you down by your own wooden nails
    Splitting, shriveling, seeping out of me
    God, I'm afraid of the songs you've been singing me
    God, I cannot hear your voice quite so clearly
    And I am the one struggling now

    We are clearly the saints
    No, you're not afraid
    Names cannot be engraved
    In the sand

    I am just a sinner
    Pulling my splinters out
    Chipping away at the crackling flames
    Well I felt my shoulders begin to get lighter
    When I realized that it all would get harder than this
    But I don't believe in the surface

    We can't see through the trees
    No, you're not asleep
    And I will not be the leaves
    On your tree

    And I am the tires on the beggar
    Left for dead on the sides
    And I am the wall
    Watching me fall through windows of Saints,
    Making me something I am not

    Your brother got killed in the snow while you slept
    But you never grew out of the secrets you kept
    To keep all his life hidden up in your lies
    Carried for miles inside of your mind
    Now I'm writing down all of my sins I commit
    And pulling the strings they've attached to my fate
    But I'm done haunting houses and cursing at God
    And filling up spaces with black and white fog
    I saw my whole life in the glass on the floor
    Well, what'd you think all of that shaking was for?
    Well, I'm floating down stream, chasing after my bones
    Well, I guess I grew old but I never went home.
    lennonwaterson December 19, 2009   Link
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    Lyric CorrectionPlease do not double space the lyrics. It's annoying as f88k.
    byuckerton May 05, 2010   Link

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