Black Water Songtext
von Alan Sparhawk

Making up both phrases
What are man a thought of a room, oh
What the wrong hill list a naked at the shot
A cold for shot of cold habit in the rain
God said blackwater, oh

God, make this right, I don′t have
Good places, working model
Good habit that some watch turn
The last gift was your rather

God, make it make this harder
Don't take or beg or barter
What had, what doing making easy the rudder
What liaise with your head what would land


Fear not, don′t word the court say
Don't pay your haters with a court side
Don't drop the fact just to make it right
Hey, up inside and higher up the water, huh
Harrowed and wishin′ you′d be turnin'
Broke my jaw then just to see your reaction
You make your lover rough and say there ain′t no hope

Wait here, I know what hand sign
Can't have the keys if it isn′t real
Our hand goes at your throat so
Let not hate and fame set the clock
I'm not the hand to make so
I′m not the face that make sad
Take what I thought that it had