the lake from ruins by eel valley

holding my own hand, being my own friend
picking up all the pieces again
i'm not very good at
a lot of things

we'd meet at the tunnel, sit in the shade and
listen to cars up there echoing
sometimes i think,
sometimes i think
i never left

every year the lake gets lower
we find things below the water

counting towns and space between
here the heat gets to everything
and it burns my hands, burns my feet
i still want something to believe and

every year the lake gets lower
we find things below the water
i can see the stones, all weathered
you're so smart, you don't know better?

and i still believe in signs
there's a hole in the mountain
and a hole in time

and i look out to the water
some things never come out right

• Alternative
• crunchy
• indie
• pop
• singer-songwriter
• California