Most of my years are bitter water
They come back crawling through the cracks in the sandstone
Come back owning everything I own
Each stroke, each breath for something after
And I get caught swimming in the dead tide
I get caught in the crab holes
Don’t send me old photos
I got the tick, ticking of those summers in my bones
Don’t send me old photos
I got this dead on feeling I won’t need them where I am going
Most things I say are bitter water
And I’m not trying to make a record of my love
I don’t even want to remember it all
So don’t send me old photos
I got the tick, ticking of those summers in my bones
Don’t send me old photos
I got this dead on feeling I won’t need them where I am going
Where I am going
Other lyrics by Blind Pilot:
Believe Me
Kernel in the husk, moonlight in the dust Mother, father, ripple in the water Everything you know, the whistle when it blows They all say the same, they all say the same …
Bitter Water
Most of my years are bitter water They come back crawling through the cracks in the sandstone Come back owning everything I own Each stroke, each breath for something …
Brave
Some have and some don’t I’ve been both, I’ve been bought and sold Nothing is worth more than a need No, we’re not just the miles we walk …
Coming Back
Days are calling back what was Steady light made of that stuff Didn’t I see it quite enough? Hear it call just like it was Everything’s coming back to me …
Don't You Know
Told me the truth, but not only One night to believe it, one life to get it right And I heard it shine right through me Sounded like a diamond waiting down in the mine …