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 |