The river cuts through the earth,
the earth cradles the river.
Every boat on every river
was once a bridge,
(take me to the watery side)
and every bridge was once a tree,
(there are no anchors)
and every heart was once a child free from the misery of rivers.
(if I drown, I die)
Every sail
was once a wedding dress,
(if I love, I cry)
every motor was a dream,
(the risk we take)
you're sweet but not perfect
or maybe perfectly sweet
although being perfect
is never entirely sweet
thus you are not perfect
but surely sweet
fooling me’nto believing
you're sweetingly perfect
while perfecting the art
of never being sweet
I walk on cotton and cloud
or streets at random
and is nothing to do with autumn
(I’ve been thinking about this)
nights are thick
stretching like a duvet
over thin light
and flashbacks are drills
penetrating the walls of my fortress
(I am not going to talk about this)
...but your name is getting louder
and louder
in my head
and when I finally fall
asleep/ there’s an echo
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