Glassy lake looking up at me
My own reflection is the only thing
Keeping me from seeing the bottom
Summer sun looking down at you
Oh, can you see your reflection too
Or is it just those murky, murky waves?
So baby, tell me
What's going through your head
I know the water's cold, and so is your breath
Let the sun come out
Now I found out that the only way
To keep you from staring down at that glassy lake
Was to take the bottle from your hands
So baby, tell me
What's going through your head
I know the water's cold, and so is your bed
So baby, tell me
What's going through your head
I know your bed is cold, but mine, mine's just fine