Letras
I'm a poor man nothing I can give to you
I'm disappearing from the shadows of the muse
I can't go in and tread the water
Can't let it in to pull me under
Take me back to wild fig trees in the ground
I could be lost but then be freed from all my doubts
Lay your claim down down upon the river bed
Will it bring life or will it make us wither dead
I can't go in and tread the water
Can't let it in to pull me under