Hot Water Music - In The Gray Lyrics
I'm suspended now, hanging in the aiay of a weather beaten townDecember rolls around, lays a blanket of herself on the ground where comfort lives in sound,like a gun laying cold on the ground with no way to spell it out.there's still much to say of a gun left down.Most of me is elsewhere wondering shall we hear a song or shall we live one soaked to the hone.I'm suspended now, hanging in the gray of a weather heavy cloud, soften my faceand bow to bid toy farewells to the ground for now part of me is sinking and pondering,hope is a gracious term, aligned with the faith that reason has a course to take,may it be the just one until then I will drown, anti to down without a fit.How glorious is it?Bound in sound, even and weightless and free from wrist to wrist