Slip it in the boat, to creek;
Push away the ground from under
the nervous dance of feet.
 
Could be drowning, could be relief;
I feel the flow of current
rushing to meet me.
 
These waters take control;
these waters take control.
Nip at these nervous veins,
no worry, no worry; the hurt’ll be drifting.
 
Speak it to you, that you see
where I’m drowning, happily;
come for me.
Keep these bubbles bursting,
I’ve got no chance to think;
You’re offering me something
you don’t want to see.
 
These waters take control;
these waters take control.
Float down the river, soul;
don’t worry, don’t worry, the hurt’ll be lifting.

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