I know how I wanted this to be.
You go down to the water,
This is not my dream, sister
And I'm not sprouting wings.
Brother, can you see those birds?
They don't look to heaven.
They don't need religion,
They go down to the water,
This is not my time, sister
But no-one's coming after me.
Nothing is going to save me,
I can't say I'm not afraid.
That I don't need a heaven.
I am in the place where I should be.
You know a body's got to breathe.