When everythings said and done In the midst of these setting suns Are portraits of my friends But they don't make amends
When the water of my ghosts And I will stand up on your back In the middle of this sea When collectors of my debts They come to sink there teeth
And its all I can think about now Is how good you are to me
My flesh one shallow grave I am six feet below myself
When the water of my ghosts And I will stand up on your back In the middle of this sea When collectors of my debts They come to sink there teeth
And its all I can think about now Is how good you are to me More from John Mark McMillan