Doesn’t it sound nice,
To sit by the bed with out feet in the water?
To drink the crisp dark water
Until out throats are cold
And our ears ring
We will cup our hands and wash our faces
Let it bleed through our hair and down our backs
Feel our lips grow soft and full
And our veins run fresh and steady.
We are far away from the thirsty
Tilting our heads to let their dirty faces
Be covered by the g...