Turns the other way
Now the other side of day

I think I know that tune

If a swan can have a song
Take my hand to be their Mom
My old addiction
Is a flood upon the land
Makes me crave only what is best
Stretch myself out thin
There's a part of me that's already buried
So that when it turns the switches
These tiny birds outside my window
But my weight is all that it can stand
My old addiction
Anything that comes along
Sends me out into this wind
So like the flowers towards the sun I will follow

Then I am not the same

Fills my boat up five miles deep
Like these, just this morning song birds
Ahh that trickle turns out fickle
These open mouths would trust and swallow
Like my old addiction
Craving upward from the nest
Spring time of my life's time

This tiny lifeboat can keep me dry
Page is only scrawled and I am gone this afternoon

Just a splash to cool my face
But the page is only scrawled and I am gone this afternoon
So when I try to lean just a little