Dress My Wounds

With a cold brown ground

I remember

A certain fall

Mother screams and calls

From the sink she saw

Me fall, fall, fall

She thinks there's blood on my hands

But doesn't understand

How deep, deep, deep

She tries to help me stand

But we sink in the sand

Neck deep, deep, deep

Time grows stale and still

When waiting on the pill

To dress my wounds in my will

Is this blood real

Will I cease to feel

Now there's bareness all around

Leaves mask the sound

And they fall

Mother earth fades and rusts

As her child and us falls, falls, falls

Mother doesn't know

Its ok to slow down, down, down

Yes I've dulled and dimmed

But there's a fire still within

Deep down, down, down

Time grows stale and still

When waiting on the pill

To dress my wounds in my will

Is this blood real

Will I cease to feel