Bucket

Shadows on my wall
They creep and crawl in burning white
They dream of waterfalls
Catching slow bright streams of light.

And life can be so weird
Bucket full of fear
But it's alright
I'm on an isle

And I've still got time to fly away
Shadows in my dreams
They're painting scenes of time with you
I'm hoping all these things

And the strength they bring will pull me through
And life can be so weird
Bucket full of fear
But it's alright

I'm on an isle
And I've still got time to fly away.