Garden-Owls Of The Swamp
I can’t find the shore,
For this river’s too deep,
I’m tired of swimming,
I just want to sleep,
This water,
It’s rising too fast,
My body just ain’t going to last
And if I descend to the darkness below,
Then plant me a garden,
So something can grow,
This water,
It’s rising too quick,
My consciousness is starting to slip,
This water,
It’s rising too…