Morning bled at the water's edge?
The city was bringing me down?
And my mind was on a ledge?
Saying who's gonna help you now??
Without sun we pull what feeds us from the heat?
that's in-between us?
How can we expect to build a boat?
Seagulls running everything?
Hard. You make it hard. Hard.?
It's all the opposite I think?
The ladder runs side to side?
Enough to make you want a drink?
But there's no place to hide?
Watching shadows within shadows within shadows,?
They hide their dark self from the sun,?
And her voice is just a memory?
you're not fooling anyone?
Hard. You make it hard. Hard.?
Hard. You make it hard. Hard.