singing you to shipwreck

sweet release is a bitter taste 

the audience demands you stay in step;

Always stay up to your toes 

so you wade through the ocean with ease 

you were crystal clear 

there wasn't a question 

wasn't a doubt in my mind   

that you had no room for me 

but I persist 

I cock my head to hit that wall again 

and you turn your head and wash your hands of me

you are made clean

and we become nothing  

we remain intertwined in some sense 

but still at odds with the binds     

and I'll be tied down for a while

sit yourself down, we won't leave for some time. 

this year's a shipwreck 

and you're singing for me to breathe the sea 

yeah it feels good and clean to me