Live
on a hill with the river below
Live in the desert where nothing could grow
Live undersea with no chance to stay dry
Watch the water rise
Its
ebb and its flow and its surging deceit
It's crashing upon me with no chance of reprieve
Engulfed by the storm surge; all will for the good
Swallowing the flood
Leave
me to choking and trying to breathe
Leave me to dealing with all that you leave
Leave me to swallowing pride and conceit
Swallowing my tongue
Hold
me down, I'll try to break the surface
Hold me down, I'll try to catch my breath
Hold me down, I'll try to ignore all this
Hold me down, I'll try to turn the tide
