I dont remember who I was then, but I think Im about to find out
Could be the sweat of this hot summer wind or maybe just this taste in my mouth
But the floodgates they wont wait for you
And maybe I dont know myself, but the floodgates do
Very old and residual, a rains been falling and no one noticing, everybody keeping dry inside
So heres a metaphor, Ive got a reservoir chained to my soul and its overflowing, everybody gonna watch me cry
But the floodgates, they wont wait for me
And maybe Im blind to the vision of myself, but the floodgates see
They see right through you like an angel in the sky
Staring through and daring you to lie
And the floodgates, they wont wait, they wont wait for you
And maybe I dont know myself, but the floodgates do |