I dont remember who I was then, but I think Im about to find out



Could be the sweat of this hot summer wind or maybe just this taste in my mouth



But the floodgates they wont wait for you



And maybe I dont know myself, but the floodgates do







Very old and residual, a rains been falling and no one noticing, everybody keeping dry inside



So heres a metaphor, Ive got a reservoir chained to my soul and its overflowing, everybody gonna watch me cry



But the floodgates, they wont wait for me



And maybe Im blind to the vision of myself, but the floodgates see







They see right through you like an angel in the sky



Staring through and daring you to lie







And the floodgates, they wont wait, they wont wait for you



And maybe I dont know myself, but the floodgates do