Tangled Envisioning - Waxahatchee

The river’s clouded thick with mud

I can’t hear your scream or see your blood

And I do not trust your cheating luck

I don’t console you in the back of his truck

I do not hold the means to mend

You had a pain I could not comprehend

Been in tangled envisioning

We lived in water at the tops of trees

We’d never see the same blue sky

It wasn’t far I had to fly