vanishing over tops of hills
like blades from haunted mills
played in slow motion
on a rock upstanding there
cutting wind like knife
water to our river's eyes
crescent fires in their hearts
we'll never find our minds
a river's source installed in green
brakes the tenement between our land
and frozen borders of shadowed glances
take me over further now
slay those tempers you follow
prove the night you're something
or its light will never shine
or you'll never see it since i
will never let you or your lips
together letting me know
you're worth its life of light
a river's source is never the end
until its green and blues are mold and haze
shallow the waters or your knees are smaller
