Standing by the riverrun
a lone a last a everything
the mass was floating and unfolding
I was the engine she was the chorus.
Twisting about the bend
One fell one fall one everything
the mess was unfolding and holding
I could only touch her if she was nune.
Looking past the looking-glass
Her nerves her curves her everything
the miss was touching and forever
I be gone and be all by the riverrun.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 9:21 AM UTC
Standing by the riverrun
a lone a last a everything
the mass was floating and unfolding
I was the engine she was the chorus.
Twisting about the bend
One fell one fall one everything
the mess was unfolding and holding
I could only touch her if she was nune.
Looking past the looking-glass
Her nerves her curves her everything
the miss was touching and forever
I be gone and be all by the riverrun.
