so you're tryin' to do what they did
your friends that turned to liquid
and got lost in a sea
now you're drownong me

with you'r talk of four-leaf clovers
you turn to rocks and omen
to beat the ambient harm
that is bruising your karma

oh I wish my arms were wider
I wish that I could hide you
so you could rest and repair

without the blanket of sorrow
the thick and the grey
your blanket of woe
is so heavy and stained

and it only weighs you down

so you thought that getting sober
would mean your life was over
I don't think it's that bad
I don't think it's that bad

just you sleep a little, baby
leave the world alone and later
if you wake up alive

that old blanket of sorrow
could be feathers and down
your blanket of woe
would leave you alone

and I could love you 'til you drown

come to me, let's drown

come baby, let's drown
in fethers and down