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 see 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