Got the water flowing backwards tying up loose ends
Waiting for the boss to give the word, but it all depends
If that shout or yelp or whisper meets my burned out ears
If that place and date and time are what I want to hear
I take a look into the drinking cup and I fall right in
I'm down again and looking up
Let the games begin
Let the others in
Let the games begin again
Got the water flowing forwards, scrape the river bed
For the debris and treasure that my ancestors hid
I feel the clock that's ticking; hear its constant roar
I know just what it's counting, but just not what for
The string keeps pulling me backwards
Over the tracks of fields I've burned
I think I'll wait my turn
I think I'll take it... my turn
Got the water flowing both ways; current's covered in foam
Grains of sand divide and splinter racing for their home
In every single droplet is some long gone memory
Scrape away the surface so the sun can see
The string keeps pulling me backwards
Over the tracks of fields I've burned
I think I'll wait my turn
I think I'll take it... my turn
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Got the water flowing backwards tying up loose ends
Waiting for the boss to give the word, but it all depends
If that shout or yelp or whisper meets my burned out ears
If that place and date and time are what I want to hear
I take a look into the drinking cup and I fall right in
I'm down again and looking up
Let the games begin
Let the others in
Let the games begin again
Got the water flowing forwards, scrape the river bed
For the debris and treasure that my ancestors hid
I feel the clock that's ticking; hear its constant roar
I know just what it's counting, but just not what for
The string keeps pulling me backwards
Over the tracks of fields I've burned
I think I'll wait my turn
I think I'll take it... my turn
Got the water flowing both ways; current's covered in foam
Grains of sand divide and splinter racing for their home
In every single droplet is some long gone memory
Scrape away the surface so the sun can see
The string keeps pulling me backwards
Over the tracks of fields I've burned
I think I'll wait my turn
I think I'll take it... my turn
Waiting for the boss to give the word, but it all depends
If that shout or yelp or whisper meets my burned out ears
If that place and date and time are what I want to hear
I take a look into the drinking cup and I fall right in
I'm down again and looking up
Let the games begin
Let the others in
Let the games begin again
Got the water flowing forwards, scrape the river bed
For the debris and treasure that my ancestors hid
I feel the clock that's ticking; hear its constant roar
I know just what it's counting, but just not what for
The string keeps pulling me backwards
Over the tracks of fields I've burned
I think I'll wait my turn
I think I'll take it... my turn
Got the water flowing both ways; current's covered in foam
Grains of sand divide and splinter racing for their home
In every single droplet is some long gone memory
Scrape away the surface so the sun can see
The string keeps pulling me backwards
Over the tracks of fields I've burned
I think I'll wait my turn
I think I'll take it... my turn
Writer: Andy Klein
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid