Words and Music by Robin Frederick
And when regrets come
The evening air grows cold
And when regrets come
Islands move from pole to pole
You reach for something to hold onto
But there is nothing there to hold
Chorus:
And the floodgates finally open
And there is no higher ground
And the levees lie there broken
And there’s silence all around
WATER FALLS DOWN
St. Vitus dances
In the mist above your floating sleeves
There are no anchors
Your drunken boat drifts with the leaves
Then you feel the ninth wave breaking
As you slip backwards into sleep
CHORUS
Rushing over the sand
Through the space between hands
Washing you to the sea
When you have no desire to pull yourself free.
And when regrets come
The evening air grows cold
And when regrets come
Islands move from pole to pole
You search for something to hold onto
But there is nothing left to hold
CHORUS
Vocals & Synths: Robin Frederick
Drum Programming: Roy Campanella III & Mike Sims
Addit’l Synths: Roy Campanella III
Guitar: Mike Sims
Bass: Dave Marotta
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