Cold Water
Matthew Fredrick Robert Good
Insane I wake up
The oars I take up and row to right
A dawnless widow
The Portsmouth ghost of an East End slight
For you I hold this and build from nothing an ancient light
And so in motions of all distortions I pull for my life
This cold water is weighing us down
Oh how I wish I was with you and nowhere else
Late this morning I came by Hamstead in a Devon scow
That found me driving just off of Rame Head near Plymouth Sound
In the room that we let I found your hairbrush broke on the ground
And so in motion like a stone in potion I just laid down
This cold water is weighing us down