"Hello, we haven't talked in quite some time.
I know I haven't been the best of sons.
Hello, I've been traveling in the deserts of my mind,
And I haven't found a drop of life.
I haven't found a drop of you.
I haven't found a drop.
I haven't found a drop of water.
...Water
I try desperately to run through the sand,
As I hold the water in the palm of my hand;
'Cuz it's all that I have and it's all that I need,
And the waves of the water mean nothing to me,
But I try my best and all that I can
To hold tightly onto what's left in my hand,
But no matter how, how tightly I will strain
The sand will slow me down and the water will drain.
I'm just being dramatic - in fact, I'm only at it again;
As an addict with a pen who's addicted to the wind,
As it blows me back and fourth - mindless, spineless, and pretend;
Of course I'll be here again - See you tomorrow.
But it's the end of today -
End of my ways as a walking denial.
My trail was filed as a crazy suicidal head case;
But you specialize in dying,
You hear me screaming, Father;
And I'm lying here just crying,
So wash me with your water.
...Water
Hello, I haven't talked in quite some time.
I know I haven't been the best of sons.
Hello, I've been traveling in the deserts of my mind,
And I, I haven't found a drop of life.
I haven't found a drop of you.
I haven't found a drop.
I haven't found a drop of water."
