Scott Kinsey

Lyrics

I hold a crying smile
I don’t know which I am
The reservoir floods
And then its sand
And I am not it’s commander

Hands reach in,
To pull me out
But then I’m underground
I’m like the bell who cannot toll
The ear who knows no sound

I was a fool to nothing
I couldn’t choose a road
My spinning game has left me spinning
To and fro I go

There is no Memphis
There’s no LA
There is no Jersey
There is no cake
There is no happy
There is no real
There is no sorrow
There is no feeling

I hold a crying smile
I hold a crying smile
I hold a crying smile
I hold a crying smile
And I don’t know which it is…