So you’re trying to do what they did
Your friends that turned to liquid
And got lost in a sea…
Now you’re drowning me
With your talk of four-leaf clovers
You turn to rock the no-man
To be the ambient heart
That is bruising your karma
OhI wish my arms were wider
I wish that I could hide you
So you can rest and repair
Without the blanket of sorrow…
The thick and the gray
Your blanket of woe
Is so heavy and stained
And it only waste you down
Oh…
So you’ve thought that getting sober
Will mean your life was over…
I don’t think it’s that bad
I don’t think it’s that sad.
Just you sleep a little baby
Live the world alone and later
If you wake up alive
That old blanket of sorrow
Could be feathers and doom
Your blanket of woe
Would leave you alone
And I can only tell you to drown
Come to melet’s drown
Come babylet’s drown
In feathers and down.