Scream - Antje Duvekot

there’s not too many people that i really call my friends

and every path i take comes to an end

i might draw near before i slip out like a thief

the only reason i arrive is to leave

i will find desperation in the middle of this peace

and i will be your friend but, friend, i wouldnt count on me cause i will sell your trust that i didnt even earn

and i won’t be happy with this bridge 'til i can sit and watch it burn

you are the fisherman

i am the storm

you become a baby when i hold you in my arms

you are a vessel floating upon my sea

and my waves are crashing and i cannot hear you scream

i know that you have given everything you could

to a brain that willed but a heart that never ever would

for it is lost unsure, afraid and it is blind

and it will claim you were never on its side

you are the fisherman

i am the storm

you become a baby when i hold you in my arms

you are a vessel floating upon my sea

and my waves are crashing and i cannot hear you scream

i am coldfront and you are a rosebud

i am a saltmine and you are a deep cut

i am a floodwave and you are a nutshell

you are an ice patch and i am the sun

i am a sharp nail and you are a barefoot

i am a thumb tack and you are a tire

i am a tall cliff and every man falls

you are the fisherman

i am the storm

you become a baby when i hold you in my arms

you are a vessel floating upon my sea

and my waves are crashing and i cannot hear you scream.