I feel like I might have made it
I think we might have made it
Yeah, I'm a friend of Lindy Morrison
In the corner of the picture
At the center of attention

(A wave rises up from my fresh water lake)
Well, all you had to do
Was to look at my direction
(My hands are worn but outside the sky is glacial blue)
The moon was high, I couldn't look at you

When all this blows over
You won't want to know her
(This is the darkest sheep, you talk in your sleep
And now you're awake, We're in way too deep)
The moon was high, but I couldn't look at you
(Look at you)

(Let's start over)
Baby love
Baby love
And outside the sky is glacial blue
The moon was high, but I couldn't look at you)
I feel like I might have made it
I think we might have made it
Yeah, I'm a friend of Connan Mockasin