Glass Of Water
Scared of losing all the time
He wrote it in a letter
He was a friend of mine
He heard you could see your future
Inside a glass of water
The ripples and the rhymes
And he asked “Will I see heaven in mine?”
That is just the way it was
Nothing could be better
And nothing ever was
Oh they say you can see your future
Inside a glass of water
The riddles and the rhymes
Will I see heaven in mine?
Oh oh oh oh aaah
Son
Don’t ask
Neither how full nor empty is your glass
Cling
To the mast
Spend your whole life living in the past
Going nowhere fast
So he wrote it on a wall
The hollowest of halos is no halo at all
Televisions selling plastic
Figurines of leaders
Saying nothing at all
And we chimed, stars in heaven align
Oh oh oh oh aah
Son
Don’t ask
Neither how full nor empty is your glass
Cling
To the mast
Spend your whole life living in the past
Going nowhere fast
And what are we drinking when we’re done?
Glasses of water
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