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.
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