Testo di Dryland

Well I slide through the days or drink them like water, hope I'll wake up again to a sparrow song... I'm holding myself, waiting and waiting in the belly of a boat, praying for dryland... Well the key that's in question, I tied it to the end of a kite-string on a windy day. Well, you can have it if you find it, but the last time I saw it it was heading north to the mountain-lands and here I am.... Turning in circles, watching the hour hand passing me by... all these saltwater days until it finally seems like the north star is returning to the night sky, to my night sky.... So I made a little room, up on the top shelf and I won't hold that place dog-eared anymore, no which is to say life just goes on dear, which is to say sometimes I miss you like hell... I'm holding myself, waiting and waiting in the belly of a boat, praying for dryland, I'm holding myself, waiting and waiting in the belly of a boat, praying for dryland... I can slide through the days or drink them like water hope I'll wake up again to a morning song....