The river's running dry,
bury your heads in
the sand.

my heart beat keeps me up at night
beating fast
beating hard
it hurts to move
it hurts to breathe
im so tired
but I can't seem to leave

No confusion wrinkles her forehead, eyes affixed first on his lips
until magnetically drawn to eyes blue as a mountain lake.
Comfort rests across her chest. Hips burn together and
her cheek brushes the ironclad hardness of his bicep.
They walk enmeshed. Traces of trepidation, 
scars embedded in her mind from tragic romance, fade. 
Residual fears fall to the trail among twigs and stones.
Rebirth of trust creeps into her heart. 
Together their feet trample her qualms.

I want to be in favour
Like a cranberry in a liquor
Like the Moon in a starry night
Like a candle when there's no light

I want to be in favour
Of someone that I am prefer
Of someone who grew a pair of wings
Flew away while I was here singing

Singing about a city of stars
Singing to the distance, too far
Although waiting sounds so lame
I just don't know who else's name

I want to be in favour
Not to be loved, that's for sure
Not to hold hands, not to see eyes
But I can't help, you're in my favour