Sliding - Low Water

You got some brand-new biology, your dry lip rips on the cigarette

You’re always six paces in front of me but I’ll have a swing like that in my

backyard yet

So why not start the show with a number that I haven’t heard since way back

when?

You got some brand-new biology, your dry lip rips on the cigarette

You’re always six paces in front of me but I’ll have a swing like that in my

backyard yet

So why not start the show with a number that I haven’t heard since way back

when?

I finally locked out your ghost but somehow your flesh has found its way back in

Good Lord, replace the days I lost

And Jesus, would you give it a rest?

We’re both hanging upside down on a cross

Trying to look our best

If you put your arms around me, you could feel my cells dividing

And stop me from sliding

My fingers cross in superstition, I have seen your head spin the whole way

around (what is it about her that possesses you so?)

If you look closely, ladies and gentlemen, at no time do my knees ever leave

the ground (and will you find another who will tell you when it’s time to let

go?)

We talk about things way too much

The story stays the same

So I can walk without a crutch

That doesn’t mean I’m saved