Drifting

Drifting away from You
 Pinning down to the pinpoint drop of isolation
 In a spell, walking away from the fire
 That keeps my heart from turning to ice
 Golden feet grace the surface of the sea
 Sinking deeper I view them from underneath
 Flailing, kicking as I head for the deep
 I question a hypothetical lead supper
 Oh, God receive my outstretched hand
 Will, I inhale the blue
 Spinning down upon the glass, a ghost towards realization
 Of a cell enclosing the hauntings of a past
 That blind the eyes and rust the heart
 Golden feet grace the surface of the sea
 Sinking deeper I view them from underneath
 Flailing, kicking as I head for the deep
 I question a hypothetical lead supper
 Oh God receive my outstretched hand
 So I fell, I need You to take my hand
 And keep my heart from ice
 Golden feet grace the surface of the sea
 Sinking deeper I view them from underneath
 Golden feet grace the surface of the sea
 Sinking deeper I view them from underneath
 Flailing, kicking as I head for the deep