Went to war for a lovable feeling
Tearing another instinct apart
Held two piece, a silver quarter
while I was speeding
Never wash yourself up ashore

Better off with the water cut off
The only living proof I got
Is just the sand that I was made of
Got tired building it up
I found the quiet place I lost
it's just a cell upon the river

Clenched to places where the bottom line
Is scattered with a rain cloud
I still hope to fall
I'm not running, I'm not failing
nor I'm evading
Wonder where the nerves are still numb