River, it's been too long...

Jul 03, 2006 04:06

This bridge was never big enough
enough to hold the both of us
one will have to float down stream
and the other walks away in shame
I'd sacrifice myself for you
into the oceans vein for you
if only I didn't already know
the stream is always bitter and cold
the peaceful moments first begin
then they grow old, and they get slow
the flow, the way of things to go
will wither and fall, then fall to float
float into that same old stream
of bitter moods and colder sides
float along, get sucked into
and get pulled too far away from you,
I've been submerged, can't you see the fins?
the pearlescent formations upon my skin?
the patterns of mirrors reflect all my sins
upon my neck grows a series of gills once again,
And this fish knows better...
There was once a River in which I swam,
Before I befriended the current, and grew sick of the land
I dipped my fingers into the palm of her hand
she holds me so closely, I'm submerged by her command,
And this River's flow was that of pure seduction
she could drag you in with the rise of a heartbeat
she could pull you under in the wave of passion
before she pulls you deep into the jungle,
where the trees have eyes
and the shadows deceive...
drifting along the current,
speed judged by the night's heat,
she'll keep you quite warm in the midst of her storm
if you treat her right,
drifting along the darkness
the River reflects defeat
from a moonless sky lit by a thousand fires
for the River to keep you discreet,
she'll keep you all to herself
you better make her boil with delight
she'll pull you to the abyss between her thighs
and make you wonder if you're even still alive,
But this fish knows better...
I'm alive when I can breathe
the gills are just for emergencies
please don't be deceived
these scales only reflect memories
alive when I can breathe
these fins won't swim toward anything
it's hard to swim upstream
especially when I see you walk away from me
should I give up? should I let myself drift away?
the bridge we shared so much upon
is burning down and floating on
it crumbles into pieces
and falls back into the River's arms,
and the smoke signals are are just too grey
they let out a cry, and they dissintegrate
you didn't read them anyway
how many bridges float away?
the water seems so cold today
she hurries me away on down the stream
she burns and mourns in utter pain
as she lets out steam, and then she screams,
But this fish knows better...
she isn't angry with me
she'll raise her pulse throughout the stream
but that doesn't mean she's mean,
Because this fish knows better
she did it all for me
even in pain, she saved me from you
and kept me from sinking too deep,
you can't seem to burn the River
unless that's what you intend
by burning the River, you're burning yourself
and for her I would gladly burn again,
I burn my fingers at the touch of her palm
for her I would beckon the rain
to calm her passion, soothe with steam
to heal, I must feel her pain,
And this fish floats with her
heart first, smothered in her arms,
I swim along, I swim alone
the River knows it helps me grow
I want her desire to overflow
I want her to be my home...
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