Clock in and check out

I dry up with the dew from the old year

Have I missed my chance?

Can't seem to rinse out this metallic taste

I get carried away

Like the stones that we'd throw

Off the bridge on Madison

There's a warmth I can't live without

Seasons burn and pass

Melting through old photographs

Thin skin misrepresents all within

We cascade in sequence with all things

Are these standards self-imposed?

At the end of the day I know

I'll go out in the heat of passion

It could dry out Killbuck Creek

No usе counting back through the years

Therе's a warmth I can't live without

Seasons burn and pass

Melting through old photographs

Thin skin misrepresents all within

We cascade in sequence with all things

Breathe in

Come to terms with the dissonance

Between those well-laid plans

And the taste of blood

Throw myself into the current

Thankful for the cold sting on impact

For whatever reason

I'll let intentions drift away

The river laughed