Them Waters - Ghostpoet

Sitting at the station

Waiting for my train

I can hear those voices

Calling me again

And I don’t want to go down that road

It’s causing too much pain

Take me out the flames

And send me down the Thames

Send me down the Thames

Send me down the Thames

Send me down the Thames

Send me down the Thames

New day, usual

But mind stuck in cubicle

And top speed two-stepping over puddles beautiful

And thinking of a plan but iBrain playing up and lunch break eating up with

nourishment and need

Then I seek a trusty steed to overcome the abbatoir

Thoughts come regular but I’m wearing a large

Maybe I’ll just excel it

Wrap it up and sell it

Make a wish don’t tell it

And send it up to Mars

Supermarket trails while I’m thinking about the mail

That I got last week and I ain’t even opened yet

Old fears coming back, and knocking doors

Start a palpitation that I can’t ignore

And sweat brow laughing now

Cos if I stop to think

It may open floodgates that no key can ever lock

And treadmillin never stops

And running out of patience

And running out of time

My fate ain’t having it

But stopping is a crime