Morning bled at the water’s edge
The city was bringing me down
Any my mind was on a ledge
Saying who’s gonna help you now?
Without sun we pull what feeds us
From the heat that’s in-between us
How can we expect to build a boat
With seagulls running everything
Hard.
You make it hard.
Hard.
It’s all the opposite I think
The ladder runs side to side
Enough to make you want a drink
But there’s no place to hide
Watching shadows within shadows
They hide their dark self from the sun
And her voice is just a memory
You’re not fooling anyone
Hard.
You make it hard.
Hard.
