let the saltwater wash it away
till the blood just washes away
let the high wind blow it away
till the blood just washes away
i have waited wasted years
for the child that's come and gone today
say what about this wasted fear?
how can i just turn and wash it away?
if she can then she will wash it away
forty years spent one by one
forty years of life just slipping away
what i'd give for a firstborn son
forty years of blood just washing away
i have waited wasted lives
i have waited long enough i'd say
say what about this wasted child?
how can i just turn and wash it away?
if she can then she will wash it away
send me the ghost that i was
send me the ghost that i was