Lyrics Fourth Leg - Scott James

Fourth Leg

Cold
In the stream
Water’s cold
And I’m sinking
Sold
Everything
I ever owned
To keep my hands free
Now that I’ve conversed with
I’ll pray they’ll still pray for me
I’m thinking that I must be
Nearing the coast
Stones
Think of bones
On the floor of the ocean
I don’t know what to do
With my hands
With nothing I won’t use
Now that I’ve conversed with
Pray they’ll still pray for me
I’m thinking that I must be
Nearing the coast
Flow down
Flow down to the plank now
Flow under the cross
From the ship of the next life
Oh
Oh