From the recording Early Attempts At Flight
Lyrics
Lift my face from the mud
There's no solid ground, I think I'm sinking, quicksand
Dig down deep enough
I bet you'll find something fun
Find something you can play with
Her hands are shaking
And the waters all filling up
If I were you I don't think that I would drink from the cup
It's fresh squeezed but that's no guaranty
That it wont taste funny to your tongue
Shake my hand if your ready for judgment
Redemption hides in the back of the line
Too late to tell that you never belonged here
Just like a bullet in the back of the mind
We don't bury our dead here
Because the waters rise high here
Spanish moss hangs like fingers of slow death
Consuming everything within its reach
One day this swamp will reclaim everything it offered me