Below The House

Not all of your words have to go through me like wine
If I listen too long I’d be lost all the time
Some things are better if we leave them alone
Not everything has to be set in stone
Maybe he is looking for something he once had
If I cannot go to that place I won’t be sad
There is only room for some things and the rest
Bury them beneath the house, leave nothing left
When I sleep alone I remember what I see
In the desert I’ll be walking while it seems
This is the reality I’ve stumbled upon
Do not try to wake me, I have to keep moving on
Lay me by a river and sing to me a song
Let me touch the water, tell me what is wrong
There are many things that keep our mouths closed
The water in your hand, I’d drink it but it’s cold
Not all of your words have to go through me like wine
If I listen too long I’d be lost all the time
Some things are better if we leave them alone
Not everything has to be set in stone