so you re trying to do what they did,

your friends that turned to liquid,

and got lost in a sea...

now you re drowning me

with your talk of four-leaf clovers

you turn to rock the no-man

to be the ambient heart

that is bruising your karma

oh, i wish my arms were wider,

i wish that i could hide you,

so you can rest and repair

without the blanket of sorrow...

the thick and the gray,

your blanket of woe

is so heavy and stained

and it only waste you down

oh...

so you ve thought that getting sober

will mean your life was over...

i don t think it s that bad,

i don t think it s that sad.

just you sleep a little baby,

live the world alone and later,

if you wake up alive,

that old blanket of sorrow

could be feathers and doom

your blanket of woe

would leave you alone

and i can only tell you to drown

come to me, let s drown,

come baby, let s drown

in feathers and down.