...It's a pothole I'm sinking, sharing a drink with my father...

[blindseeking]

We let the thoughts flood, we remind ourselves it's alright,
It's all good, it's all lover, but it's not though.
'Cause there's a kink in the armor.
A pothole I'm sinking, sharing a dream with my father.
It's a family affair, the vanity we share.
The water line is rising, and all we do is stand there.

The water line is rising, and all we do is stand there.
The water line is rising, and all we do is stand there.
The water line is rising, and all we do is stand there.

I never got share a drink with my father. I miss him so much.