Liana Flores - Try again tomorrow

Faces skating skyward
Places I could be
Cardboard houses swaying
From that sunlit seas

The creatures creep and thirsty for their fill
To hold me underwater till I'm still

I could always try again tomorrow
I might always try again tomorrow

Cements in my ribcage
Hardening to stone
Too late now it's passed you
Walk the railway tracks until you're home

Tired as the pavements underfoot
Water never stay where it is put

I might always try again tomorrow
I might always try again tomorrow