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