| And it's the river end | |
| To watch the swallowed sun | |
| And the skin stays hard | |
| But our sources are gone | |
| And we are that day | |
| That we spend in heat | |
| And the words are safe | |
| It's not my sweet feel | |
| And I loved you | |
| When, when you were cast in gold | |
| And you may have like it far from here | |
| And I will never know | |
| And it's not lost | |
| No, it's not lost | |
| How I feel | |
| No, it's not | |
| It's not lost I fear | |
| No, no, no | |
| I don't believe you expire | |
| Expired | |
| I've seen many deaths | |
| With you | |
| While | |
| We sing a song | |
| To the shape of a thorn | |
| We burrow boles in this skin | |
| And the boles | |
| And there's reason | |
| There's reason in remain | |
| And we're not trying | |
| If we don't escape | |
| There's not the ocean | |
| The ocean and the ash | |
| One's a keeper | |
| And one's a catch | |
| And the moon captured | |
| All the river's game | |
| It keeps her warm | |
| Keeps it cool all day | |
| And there's reason | |
| There's reason in remain | |
| Yeah, there's reason | |
| There's reason to me | |
| Yeah | |
| I don't believe it expires | |
| Expire | |
| I've seen many deaths | |
| With you | |
| While | |
| We sing a slow song | |
| To the shape of the thorn | |
| We burrow boles in the skin | |
| And the boles | |
| All this dreaming | |
| That I can't retell | |
| And all the kids | |
| I used to know so well | |
| Was sleeping hard | |
| He's got it | |
| A single door | |
| And the locks and rings | |
| It's all been stronger |