Will Stelter

Will Stelter

from San Marcos, Texas, United States

About "Two Tones"

I sleep, at the bottom of the sea,
The waves crash, the fish pass, and I still won’t hear a thing.

Cause you drink, way too much again,
You’re alone, you’re home.

Hide your hands, hide your face,
Your shame, in the vast expanse of sand.
Cause you breathe, way too much again,
You’re in, you’ve got the benz.

We’re trying, trying to pull you up
Been tryin, tryin to pull you through.
But we’re scared,
We’re scared.
We might lose you.

So choke on the ends,
Choke on the rinds,
And you’ll find,
What you find.

Hash out your bags, hole up the war.
Leave your anchor toward any shore.
if you know, what you know.
What’d ya know

Cause I’ve been listening to the radio,
They say signs of drought will begin to show,
Show, s'low.

So choke on the fins,
Choke on them blind,
And you’ll try,
What you try.

Don’t call it a mistake,
Cause you spent a lot of time making it.
What’s at stake?
A fake is still a fake.

We’re all reaching for,
We’re all living for,

We’re all dying for,

Don’t call it a mistake,
Cause you spent a lot of time making it.
What’s at stake?
A fake is still god-damn a fake.

We’re all, we’re all reaching for,
We’re all living for,
We’re all dying for,

A day from this two-toned kinda town.

So choke up your friends,
Choke on the time,
And you’ll hide,
When you’d hide.

We’d sleep, like anchors in the deep,
Softly sinking, aching for the sea,
We drink, way too much again,
At home, we’ve been alone.

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