I walked over the Second Lock
The wind painting the canal with diamonds
I smell the water
Find the child in me
Swimming in the cold clear water
Feeling it oozing
Through my mouth and nose
A lasting swallow of a drowning boy.
STORYTELLER
I walked over the Second Lock
The wind painting the canal with diamonds
I smell the water
Find the child in me
Swimming in the cold clear water
Feeling it oozing
Through my mouth and nose
A lasting swallow of a drowning boy.