So you're trying to do what they did
Your friends that turned to liquid
And got lost in the sea
And now you're drowning me
With your talk of four-leaf clovers
You turn to rocks and omen
To beat the ambient harm
That is [bad word] your karma

Oh I wish my arms were wider
I wish that I could hide you
So you could rest and repair
Without the blanket of sorrow
The thick and the grey
Your blanket of woe
So heavy and stained
And it only weighs you down 

So you thought that getting sober
Would mean your life was over
I don't think it's that bad
I don't think it's that sad
Just you sleep a little baby
Leave the world alone and later
If you wake up alive
That old blanket of sorrow
Could be feathers and down
Your blanket of woe 
Would leave you alone
And I can love you till you drown [bad word] to me let's [bad word] baby let's drown
In feathers and down