Cold Water
๐ต 1077 characters
โฑ๏ธ 5:45 duration
๐ ID: 531443
๐ Lyrics
Twisting through contorted limb
Sober now from distant whim
Batten down the hatches
The storm approaches, the thunder crashes
It cannot wait
It must be now
A shot's been fired across the bow
What presence here has been proclaimed?
What once was unspoken is finally named
So this is sinking, or so it seems
Diving fathoms in lucid dreams
With lungs now aching, begging for air
And only cold water answers
With a cinder block anchor, hope turns to despair
Ripped from the womb and left to the ocean's care
Cold water
So just sink, let go, slip into the depths
Let the pieces of a wasted life slip past the fingertips
Rejoice, exult, a fitting conclusion to a melancholy myth
A grave at sea, an absentee, whose presence won't be missed
Picking at the bones that came to rest on the ocean bed
Whose subtle pose tells a tale of those that sink like lead
Summon the ire left hanging in moments that swings by the neck to and fro.
Assured by the light that there's one way to go
Death is callous, strange, and sudden
A pious, indignant glutton
Whose hands are soft, warm, and inviting
Sober now from distant whim
Batten down the hatches
The storm approaches, the thunder crashes
It cannot wait
It must be now
A shot's been fired across the bow
What presence here has been proclaimed?
What once was unspoken is finally named
So this is sinking, or so it seems
Diving fathoms in lucid dreams
With lungs now aching, begging for air
And only cold water answers
With a cinder block anchor, hope turns to despair
Ripped from the womb and left to the ocean's care
Cold water
So just sink, let go, slip into the depths
Let the pieces of a wasted life slip past the fingertips
Rejoice, exult, a fitting conclusion to a melancholy myth
A grave at sea, an absentee, whose presence won't be missed
Picking at the bones that came to rest on the ocean bed
Whose subtle pose tells a tale of those that sink like lead
Summon the ire left hanging in moments that swings by the neck to and fro.
Assured by the light that there's one way to go
Death is callous, strange, and sudden
A pious, indignant glutton
Whose hands are soft, warm, and inviting
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:28.99] Twisting through contorted limb
[00:31.82] Sober now from distant whim
[00:34.75] Batten down the hatches
[00:37.58] The storm approaches, the thunder crashes
[00:41.05] It cannot wait
[00:42.33] It must be now
[00:43.93] A shot's been fired across the bow
[00:47.38] What presence here has been proclaimed?
[00:54.65] What once was unspoken is finally named
[01:05.75] So this is sinking, or so it seems
[01:09.97] Diving fathoms in lucid dreams
[01:13.02] With lungs now aching, begging for air
[01:16.31] And only cold water answers
[01:19.51] With a cinder block anchor, hope turns to despair
[01:23.04] Ripped from the womb and left to the ocean's care
[01:26.46] Cold water
[01:50.22] So just sink, let go, slip into the depths
[01:52.92] Let the pieces of a wasted life slip past the fingertips
[01:56.93] Rejoice, exult, a fitting conclusion to a melancholy myth
[02:02.11] A grave at sea, an absentee, whose presence won't be missed
[03:19.47] Picking at the bones that came to rest on the ocean bed
[03:25.52] Whose subtle pose tells a tale of those that sink like lead
[03:32.63] Summon the ire left hanging in moments that swings by the neck to and fro.
[03:39.93] Assured by the light that there's one way to go
[05:06.88] Death is callous, strange, and sudden
[05:10.66] A pious, indignant glutton
[05:13.99] Whose hands are soft, warm, and inviting
[05:42.94]
[00:31.82] Sober now from distant whim
[00:34.75] Batten down the hatches
[00:37.58] The storm approaches, the thunder crashes
[00:41.05] It cannot wait
[00:42.33] It must be now
[00:43.93] A shot's been fired across the bow
[00:47.38] What presence here has been proclaimed?
[00:54.65] What once was unspoken is finally named
[01:05.75] So this is sinking, or so it seems
[01:09.97] Diving fathoms in lucid dreams
[01:13.02] With lungs now aching, begging for air
[01:16.31] And only cold water answers
[01:19.51] With a cinder block anchor, hope turns to despair
[01:23.04] Ripped from the womb and left to the ocean's care
[01:26.46] Cold water
[01:50.22] So just sink, let go, slip into the depths
[01:52.92] Let the pieces of a wasted life slip past the fingertips
[01:56.93] Rejoice, exult, a fitting conclusion to a melancholy myth
[02:02.11] A grave at sea, an absentee, whose presence won't be missed
[03:19.47] Picking at the bones that came to rest on the ocean bed
[03:25.52] Whose subtle pose tells a tale of those that sink like lead
[03:32.63] Summon the ire left hanging in moments that swings by the neck to and fro.
[03:39.93] Assured by the light that there's one way to go
[05:06.88] Death is callous, strange, and sudden
[05:10.66] A pious, indignant glutton
[05:13.99] Whose hands are soft, warm, and inviting
[05:42.94]