No return address, I'm a mess
How many signs can one distress
So inclined take a guess,
The answer is in your heart-shaped chest
And my skin and bones packed to the gills from past thrills
And time flies by when you owe your whole life
The ebb and flow, the come and go
The back and forth, the wish you know
That changed the whole current
And taught us all to swim side-ways.
No more California dreaming, no more guessing life's meaning
When we're dead we'll all know what it means
I cant see myself in this reflection
White waters in constant motion
My canoe guided by a low sitting moon
The body of water goes to the horizon
And my state of mind is denying survival
Rocks and debris shred through the wood beams
I'm rowing faster, why does it feel like I've dropped anchor?
A set back will eventually give slack
But I can only see through my eyes
credits
from The Aquaholic,
released December 25, 2014
Adrian Silva, Damian Silva