
Date of issue: 05.06.2011
Song language: English
Deep Water |
Green-eyed looker, it always pains me to see |
Hollowed out picture of skin and bone |
The strangest stranger that I ever did meet |
Oh and I guess I ain’t that old |
She came on strong with her own confidence |
Made you sweat in your cotton, though it’ll breathe |
The cruelest behaviour ain’t born or mined |
Feel her shell should just go and down the wine |
It’s deep water, driving rain |
And all I can remember is a cold |
Another burned out lover who was begging to leave |
She said «why wouldn’t you tie your soul to me?» |
Took all I had in my waiting cell |
And a little of what I just don’t know |
But I got my thinking up to where I fell |
And I let the memories of my lovers die |
It’s a bitter taste and a, a blinding light |
Time fade burns, most would know |
Took the hand of the, the woman I love |
Now I am sure I’m gonna make her my own |
It’s the deep water, the driving rain |
I’m making a shelter of my own |
When Jesus comes he’s gonna eat with me |
And he’s gonna find our children old |
Got a road all laid out and trenched |
And mined enough for a walking pace |
It seems so different from where I’ve come |
Oh Lord I’d love to see that, that place again |
With its deep water, mountain range |
Full of those hard living kind |
Petrol stations and a copper mine |
The kind of place I think I could die |