Dry - Foreign Fields

I’ve had a year spent in dust in dirt

I am leathered, stretched thin

Coming out a a final attempt to tell you

I am dry

Dry

Suckered by a youthful muse

Is there virtue in seeing it through

Acting childlike I’m feeling my instincts fail me

I am dry

Can you hold me

Under the sea

Let me drown to a degree

I am dry

I am dry

It might be time to stop looking

You need to let it go

You need to let it go

You need to let it go

You need to let it go

Do I need to let it go