Holy Water - Ice The Don

I can't get down Down from this high High as a waterfall If hearts could fly Want you to breathe Breathe next to me Caught in this lullaby Sing it to me I wanna drown in your holy water You know a sin never felt so good I wanna drown in your holy water A-amen (a-amen, a-amen) I wanna drown in your holy water You know a sin never felt so I'm all shook up Shook up on you We burn like fireflies Burn baby blue 'Cause I'm so deep Deep into you You are my church tonight My holy view I wanna drown in your holy water You know a sin never felt so good I wanna drown in your holy water A-amen (a-amen) I wanna drown in your holy water You know a sin never felt so good I wanna drown in your holy water You know a sin never felt so You know a sin never felt so good

I am alone I am alone in the shadows of the stars I'm gettin' older and this world seems so far Breathe, swallow me in the street holiday I need a vacation from this declaration of the end Maybe it's time To cross the finish line You won't wake me up I need a saint, I need a God I was swimmin' in holy water Water, holy water Now I'm drownin' down the river Down the river Down the river I was clean Set me free in the valley of the butterflies I'm still too young to recognize the Devil Deep, I fell deep And the sun burns my eyes I need the revelation Got a premonition of the end You won't wake me up I need a saint, I need a God I was swimmin' in holy water Water, holy water Now I'm drownin' down the river Down the river Down the river I was swimmin' in holy water Water, holy water Now I'm drownin' down the river Down the river Down the river

All night long we drank sugar water Trying to keep the heat at bay I was poor, she was a poor man's daughter But we weren't too poor to play We couldn't buy wine, we couldn't buy beer Even Drag Donald's mash was a little too dear So we just laid back with that sugar water And we let the night roll on It was late July, dry as a bone Dust laying heavy on the fields She'd sneak out of her unhappy home And meet me by the water mill She'd steal a little sugar, I'd bring a little cup And when the sun went down we'd stir it all up Yeah we just laid back with that sugar water And we let the night roll on She's taking down her hair, slipping off her shoes She's dancing to the rhythm of the midnight blues The sugar and the sweat, trailing down her skin You know it hit me harder than bath-tub gin – all right Time goes by, the world moves on Age comes creeping up behind The creek's been dammed, the water mill's gone Ain't nobody pays the slightest mind That poor man's daughter is a rich man's wife She danced away from me into a whole other life But I just keep tasting that sugar water When we let the night roll on She's taking down her hair, slipping off her shoes She's dancing to the rhythm of the midnight blues The sugar and the sweat, trailing down her skin You know it hit me harder than bath-tub gin – all right

Thinking of poems of poverty Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority Oh what a soft touch of a boy He'd wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self Visions to his self We'd talk of treasures, and over-rated games We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way. What we loved most of all, was sitting round the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone, Sitting all alone Pondering times of sanctuary He was sitting taking his piano lessons, we were on half an E Invested life in medicine, which isn't the wisest way to go, had so much shit going on. Convinced he'd never win. Convinced he was a sin. We'd speak of women and cheaper carryouts We'd turn up to all the festivals, trying to bring down the touts, What we love the most of all was sittin' at the shop, while this young boy was sittin' all alone, Sittin' all alone We'd talk of treasures and overrated games We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way. What we loved most of all, was hanging round the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone, Sittin' all alone He couldn't find none of his own kind, he didn't have none of his own kind You should take interest in his mind, not spend all of his time wastin all his money and his time Thinking of poems of poverty Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority Oh what a soft touch of a don He'd wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self Visions to his self We'd talk of treasures and overrated games We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way. What we loved most of all, was hanging round the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone, Sittin' all alone What we loved most of all was hanging round the shop What we loved most was sitting round the shop What we loved most was standing at the Dryburgh shop, What we loved the most was hanging round the shop while he was all alone