Bottom of the Sea

I said, "God, just make him call me, find me a voice,
make him listen to me. I'm having bad dreams
that he's gotten away I don't want to believe."
but then when he'd call, I'd freeze right up tight
and could only say, "Please." I don't know
I was begging until I stretched up to touch him and couldn't
reach him 'cause I was on my knees.
I spent a winter licking my wounds and learning to pray.
Called up some old numbers only to find I didn't know
what to say. The world was dying
of sadness and virus, I couldn't bear to stay or get away.
I didn't know I was broken until my crutches were busted,
it's like I woke up in pieces one day.
It's just like I woke up in pieces one day.
Some nights I'd think "God, a drink is all I need
to warm me up." But broken and frozen I couldn't seem
to get warm enough. Then curled up to a cold
bottle of something I had to wake up.
That's when I knew I was drowning and I set out for daylight
from the bottom, the bottom of the sea.
That's when I knew I was drowning and I set out for daylight
from the bottom of, bottom of the sea.
from the bottom of, bottom of the sea.
from the bottom of, the bottom of the sea.

©1994 Agent Gracie Music (BMI) and McKinley


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