Floodgate
Tobias Francis
These words they wash over me
I peer from underneath a thousand dreams
A voice that follows free
Of all the things I deemed were down to punish me
I lay broken on the ground
These are the things they say
Please don't make a sound
Just broken here, here on the ground
If the world would turn, just turn away
Don't start though
These are the things they say
This flood has taken things
This god has grown tired
Of loving me
This voice
This voice just leavе it be
Of all the things I deemed wеre sure to bury me
Lay here underground
These are the things they say
Please don't make a sound
Just broken here, here on the ground
If the world would turn, just turn away
Don't start though
These are the things they say