Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Them Waters, artist - Ghostpoet. Date of issue: 05.05.2013
Song language: English
Them Waters |
| Sitting at the station |
| Waiting for my train |
| I can hear those voices |
| Calling me again |
| And I don’t want to go down that road |
| It’s causing too much pain |
| Take me out the flames |
| And send me down the Thames |
| Send me down the Thames |
| Send me down the Thames |
| Send me down the Thames |
| Send me down the Thames |
| New day, usual |
| But mind stuck in cubicle |
| And top speed two-stepping over puddles beautiful |
| And thinking of a plan but iBrain playing up and lunch break eating up with |
| nourishment and need |
| Then I seek a trusty steed to overcome the abbatoir |
| Thoughts come regular but I’m wearing a large |
| Maybe I’ll just excel it |
| Wrap it up and sell it |
| Make a wish don’t tell it |
| And send it up to Mars |
| Supermarket trails while I’m thinking about the mail |
| That I got last week and I ain’t even opened yet |
| Old fears coming back, and knocking doors |
| Start a palpitation that I can’t ignore |
| And sweat brow laughing now |
| Cos if I stop to think |
| It may open floodgates that no key can ever lock |
| And treadmillin never stops |
| And running out of patience |
| And running out of time |
| My fate ain’t having it |
| But stopping is a crime |