Текст Can’t Swim – Molly’s Desk

We sit home and speak
Of a god we’ve never seen
And wonder if he
Watches when we sleep

And oh, I know I’m young
To speak with such disdain
An urgency

So this is my confession
I hope you listen
Will Saint Christopher bring me to my destination
And bring us all back home?
Am I alive? I almost feel it
Riding the waves of all my demons, I’ll drift away

We dressed all in black
Momma wears her makeup dark
And talks so softly
«Son, one day you’ll learn
That everyone you know will leave
Never to return»

And oh, a man so young
Taken way too soon
From all he loved

So this is my intention
To break tradition
Could I give you myself to bring him back this instant
And bring us all back home?

Watched you fight with the darkness
But you just couldn’t win