I've slipped, I'm stuck in a mystery
If only I could get out of my head
Her hand's too slick to save me now
In a mudslide I'll drown instead
Walking my vicious thoughts
down the river, down the road
Walking my bitingly honest demon
and I don't know where to go
She's fallen, tugs at my shoelaces
with a heavy heart, a husky voice
But I can't shoulder my thoughts
when they force me to make a choice
Walking my vicious thoughts
down the river, down the road
Walking my bitingly honest demon
and I don't know where to go
I need to reclaim my head
I walk until I can see change
Until my breath's a little softer
and my thoughts aren't so estranged
Walking my vicious thoughts
down the river, down the road
Walking my bitingly honest demon
so now I know where to go
Someday I'll learn to walk on water
and drag my thoughts along,
maybe even embrace them
like another wanting song
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