not even the blooming of springtime flowers
no they won't lead me to your door
you're stomping in the mud
you're muddying your feet
but don't be bothered, don't be losing sleep
don't wake me despite your bitterness
i'll spit your bitter words down that well you came from
you're stomping in the mud
you're muddying your feet
but don't be bothered, don't be losing sleep
taste your salty cries
wake me up and i'll shoot you down