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I was 22 when I first died |
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But in the darkest dark I saw no light |
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And it was blinding just how dim it got |
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It was a cold I thought could never come |
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And I had hurt before but not like this |
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It was the strangest struggle I had ever hit |
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And I was useless to the world around me |
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To barely gather up the strength to say: |
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"Save me |
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When the rivers run dry |
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Bring me where the waters run deep |
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Where the eyes cannot see" |
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It was 25 and I died again |
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And I prepared myself for what the world would send |
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Cause I had felt this darkness wrap around me |
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And through its strangle I could barely beg: |
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"Save me |
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When the rivers run dry |
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Bring me where the waters run deep |
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Where the eyes cannot see" |
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I won't forget about all the pieces I've lost |
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I won't forget about all the pieces I've lost |
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I'm nearing 29 and I haven't died |
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And I'm done with cursing at the skies |
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And I remember how my mother spoke when she said, |
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"Son, don't be afraid to call on those who love you most" |
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(Save me) |
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When the rivers run dry |
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(Bring me) |
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Where the waters run deep |
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Where the eyes cannot see |
