I could go to anywhere,

head hung low in shame

Buy new clothes and dye my hair, 

maybe even change my name

But the past don't ever disappear, 

and to run's a losing game

So I might as well hang around here, 

maybe you should do the same

What I mean to tell you, 

Well you think you own a private hell

You decorated by yourself

Books that you wrote on the shelf

You're dying to come clean somehow

No need to go a thousand miles away

What I mean to say is there is



So much water, so close

So much water, so close, so close

So much water, so close to home



I woke up on my brother's couch, 

swear I was half-dead

Both my pockets emptied out, 

my blue eyes painted red

I thought I had worked through my doubts, 

but they worked me through instead

I lay there trying to figure out 

who I saw and what I said

It started coming to me slow

I saw a girl I used to know

Asked her how it came to be

My innocence escaped from me

Hugged me when she stood to go

Said there's something you should know my friend

Then I swear she said that there was



So much water



You can't describe the pain inside 

but that's all right

You can't believe you did the things 

you did last night

Or should I say again, but you try to pretend

That you never did, yeah you try to keep it hid



I'm not strong and I'm not wise, 

and there's not much I know

Told my share of downright lies, 

spent some time below

Stumbled down a darkened road 

just beyond my childhood home

Crossed the grassy clearing there, 

into the forest black and bare

Came upon a silver stream, 

through the vast transparency I stared

I had been unaware that there was 

so much water