| Song | Deep Water |
| Artist | The Middle East |
| Album | I Want That You Are Always Happy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Green-eyed looker, it always pains me to see | |
| Hollowed out picture of skin and bone | |
| The strangest stranger that I ever did meet | |
| Oh and I guess I ain’t that old | |
| She came on strong with her own confidence | |
| Made you sweat in your cotton, though it’ll breathe | |
| The cruelest behaviour ain’t born or mined (?) | |
| Feel her shell should just go and down the wine (?) | |
| It’s deep water, driving rain | |
| And all I can remember is a cold | |
| Another burned out lover who was begging to leave | |
| She said “why wouldn’t you tie your soul to me?” | |
| Took all I had in my waiting cell | |
| And a little of what I just don’t know | |
| But I got my thinking up to where I fell | |
| And I let the memories of my lovers die | |
| It’s a bitter taste and a, a blinding light | |
| Time fade burns, most would know | |
| Took the hand of the, the woman I love | |
| Now I am sure I’m gonna make her my own | |
| It’s the deep water, the driving rain | |
| I’m making a shelter of my own | |
| When Jesus comes he’s gonna eat with me | |
| And he’s gonna find our children old | |
| Got a road all laid out and trenched | |
| And mined enough for a walking pace | |
| It seems so different from where I’ve come | |
| Oh Lord I’d love to see that, that place again | |
| With its deep water, mountain range | |
| Full of those hard living kind | |
| Petrol stations and a copper mine | |
| The kind of place I think I could die |
| Greeneyed looker, it always pains me to see | |
| Hollowed out picture of skin and bone | |
| The strangest stranger that I ever did meet | |
| Oh and I guess I ain' t that old | |
| She came on strong with her own confidence | |
| Made you sweat in your cotton, though it' ll breathe | |
| The cruelest behaviour ain' t born or mined ? | |
| Feel her shell should just go and down the wine ? | |
| It' s deep water, driving rain | |
| And all I can remember is a cold | |
| Another burned out lover who was begging to leave | |
| She said " why wouldn' t you tie your soul to me?" | |
| Took all I had in my waiting cell | |
| And a little of what I just don' t know | |
| But I got my thinking up to where I fell | |
| And I let the memories of my lovers die | |
| It' s a bitter taste and a, a blinding light | |
| Time fade burns, most would know | |
| Took the hand of the, the woman I love | |
| Now I am sure I' m gonna make her my own | |
| It' s the deep water, the driving rain | |
| I' m making a shelter of my own | |
| When Jesus comes he' s gonna eat with me | |
| And he' s gonna find our children old | |
| Got a road all laid out and trenched | |
| And mined enough for a walking pace | |
| It seems so different from where I' ve come | |
| Oh Lord I' d love to see that, that place again | |
| With its deep water, mountain range | |
| Full of those hard living kind | |
| Petrol stations and a copper mine | |
| The kind of place I think I could die |
| Greeneyed looker, it always pains me to see | |
| Hollowed out picture of skin and bone | |
| The strangest stranger that I ever did meet | |
| Oh and I guess I ain' t that old | |
| She came on strong with her own confidence | |
| Made you sweat in your cotton, though it' ll breathe | |
| The cruelest behaviour ain' t born or mined ? | |
| Feel her shell should just go and down the wine ? | |
| It' s deep water, driving rain | |
| And all I can remember is a cold | |
| Another burned out lover who was begging to leave | |
| She said " why wouldn' t you tie your soul to me?" | |
| Took all I had in my waiting cell | |
| And a little of what I just don' t know | |
| But I got my thinking up to where I fell | |
| And I let the memories of my lovers die | |
| It' s a bitter taste and a, a blinding light | |
| Time fade burns, most would know | |
| Took the hand of the, the woman I love | |
| Now I am sure I' m gonna make her my own | |
| It' s the deep water, the driving rain | |
| I' m making a shelter of my own | |
| When Jesus comes he' s gonna eat with me | |
| And he' s gonna find our children old | |
| Got a road all laid out and trenched | |
| And mined enough for a walking pace | |
| It seems so different from where I' ve come | |
| Oh Lord I' d love to see that, that place again | |
| With its deep water, mountain range | |
| Full of those hard living kind | |
| Petrol stations and a copper mine | |
| The kind of place I think I could die |