MORNINGSIDE - The Flood

How's it raining in here, if the roof's on tight?
That old white hat's pulled down over my eyes
I'm fake as fuck and I'm full of pride
Tears in your Two Roads but baby I'm fine

Is everybody staring at us
Fifty seven hundred little camera phones
Barely getting thru All My Love
Hard to claim you're Homesick when you're sick of being home

You see me knee deep in the flood
And you pull back outstretched hands
You once found favor in my blood
Now it's something you can't stand
You question what's beneath this flesh
An empty sea baptized in wickedness

You are your father's son alright
The culture that you breed it keeps me up at night
Internal family systems, light
All of your parts work up until we start to fight

Is everybody staring at us
Fifty seven hundred little camera phones
Barely getting thru All My Love
Hard to claim you're Homesick when you're sick of being home

You see me knee deep in the flood
And you pull back outstretched hands
You once found favor in my blood
Now it's something you can't stand
You question what's beneath this flesh
An empty sea baptized in wickedness

I close my eyes
For forty days and forty nights
The raven died
Watching the water rise

You see me knee deep in the flood
And you pull back outstretched hands
You once found favor in my blood
Now it's something you can't stand
You question what's beneath this flesh
An empty sea baptized in wickedness

Is everybody staring at us
Fifty seven hundred little camera phones

Written by:
Bobby Schlesinger

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