Psychologist - Comes In Waves

I pour cold water in my tea,
and I drive down soflty to the sea.
And I wait and pray and I will leave,
somewhere better when the waves wash shore over me.

I have always found it hard to teach,
and the water found it hard to see.
But its well recorded and agreed,
that the male seahorse carries his children.

I have had this baby in my womb,
false contractions for a long time now.
and I fear unless it happens soon,
That my children will have no mother,
no mother, so swim down sofly with the tide.
And I go on sofly fainting why,
and I beg we thought to be alive.
and I beg with him to be a bride,
for the end of the city or the sun,
to have that genius at my side.
to
Take me out my lips,
make me tread water
get out of breath and
ward off my death
by keeping those breaths of
all of thoses waves and
all of those water

Take me out of my depth
make me tread water
get out of breath
and ward off my death
by keeping the breaths of
all of those waves
and all of that water

Take me out of my death
make me tread water
get out of breath
and ward off my death
by keeping the breaths of
all of those waves
and all of that water

take me out of my depth
make me tread water
get out of breath
and ward off my death
by keeping the breaths of
all of those waves
and all of that water

take me out of my depth
make me tread water
get out of breath
and ward off my death
by keeping the breaths of
all of those waves
and all of that water

take me out of my depth
make me tread water
get out of breath
and ward off my death
by keeping the breaths of
all of those waves
and all of that water