(Michael Timmons)
I don’t want to see your shining teeth
show me your bruised and battered heart
prove to me that you’ll be true
let me touch the wounds that have haunted you
share with me the wounds that still haunt you.
I’m going down to the river
it’s a place where I can breathe.
Lash the waters, miss my daughters,
focus on my retrieve, work on my reprieve.
I don’t want to see your shining teeth no more.
She screams as she flies across the floor.
I don’t want to see your shining teeth no more.
This life becomes a thin stream
and thinner with each day
I’m going down to the river, it’s a place where I can play
it’s a place where I can pray.
I don’t want to see your shining teeth no more.
She screams as she flies across the floor.
I don’t want to see your shining teeth no more.
Over time we become tht line
and bow and drift and fray.
I’m going down the river and wash the blood away
wash my pain away.
I don’t want to see your shining teeth no more.
She screams as I’m backing out the door.
I don’t want to see your burnt out empty eyes.
I don’t want to see your shining teeth no more.