Sound of a Gun

I heard the sound of a gun As I was making my way down the dock That sat beside your old house When my head was a tyranny I heard a crack in your voice And barely made out my words in response But nonetheless, I broke down I'm pretty sure that was home for me Danny, you were always ten feet from me laying in your bed Like a safe house on the shore A place I'd come to call a happy time, an upright spine That held a life that's in decline When all the water built inside my head I came to stay at your house To get away from the noises in my room I drank a bowl of your mother's homemade soup As we sat on your roof I took some comfort and thought, there's no way it could be so bad That a knife in my chest isn't worth all the stress Maybe I should move away Danny, you were always ten feet from me laying in your bed Like a safe house on the shore A place I'd come to call a happy time, an upright spine That held a life that's in decline When all the water built inside my head The open wound that begs for salt My limbs strapped in a rusty vault That colors me a special shade of green The open wound that begs for salt My limbs strapped in a rusty vault That colors me a special shade of green The open wound that begs for salt My limbs strapped in a rusty vault That colors me a special shade of green The open wound that begs for salt My limbs strapped in a rusty vault That colors me a special shade of green