Lyrics Fourth Leg - Scott James

Cold.
In the stream.
Water′s cold.
And I'm sinking.
Sold.
Everything.
I ever owned.
To keep my hands free.

Now that I′ve conversed with
I'll pray they'll still pray for me.
I′m thinking that I must be.
Nearing the coast.

Stones.
Think of bones.
On the floor of the ocean.
I don′t.
Know what to do.
With my hands
With nothing I won't use...

Now that I′ve conversed with
I'll pray they′ll still pray for me.
I'm thinking that I must be.
Nearing the coast.

No one.
No one.
Is slow.
Slower than the fourth leg.
Slow.
Oh.
Oh.