a pumice stone in the hand of another

who knew I’d have such a cross to bare

I saw the river, said you’d take me there

it’s been 1049 days

like sand on the glass of the timer

a pumice stone in the hand of another

let it wash away

let it wash away

an itch not scratched, 

a scratch not itched

it’ll be another 34 months again

put my headphones in, the record on

and let it wash away

let it wash away