Backwater

And when I wake up in the morning To feel the daybreak on my face There's a blood that's flowin' Through the feeling, with a knife To open up the sky's veins Some things will never change They stand there looking backwards Half unconscious from the pain They may seem rearranged In the backwater swirling, there is Something that will never change And when I should of been gone a long time Laughs and says, I find ways Just when we're sheltered under paper The rockets come at us sideways Some things will never change They stand there looking backwards Half unconscious from the pain They may seem rearranged In the backwater swirling, there is Something that'll never change Hey, I'm blind Good, fine Roll the time On whose dime And when I wake up in the morning To feel the daybreak on my face There's a blood that's flowin' Through the ceiling, with a knife To open up the sky's veins Some things will never change They stand there looking backwards Half unconscious from the pain They may seem rearranged In the backwater swirling, there is Something that'll never change Some things will never change They stand there looking backwards Half unconscious from the pain They may seem rearranged In the backwater swirling, there is Something that'll never change