Devil In The Water - Matt Pond PA

Tonight the sounds are from the ceiling 
they turned up to be a floor 
strained on muffled conversations 
the eyes hesitate for more 

laying low but not escaping 
find by contrast what is free 
hear reminders in the spacing 
the time when it is hard to breathe 

the sun on the street 
looks good to me 
burning and gold 
for a while it's hard to see where we come from 

let's go to the sea 
take memory 
buried in sand 
'til the tide comes in and drowns it 

no one's pulling up the floorboards 
to find out how we can stand 
stop throwing salt outside the windows 
looking hard to see it land 

the sun on the street 
looks good to me 
burning and yellow 
for a while it's hard to see where we come from 

let's go to the sea 
take memory 
buried in sand 
'til the tide comes in and drowns it 

no one knows what anybody knows 
no one knows what they're thinking about 
spend our time guessing, spend it all 
spend our time guessing, spend it all 

when it's over, why can't it be gone...