Who will the river babble to
When she has run so far away
Off into the mists emanating from the bridge
Pulsating, a nucleus inside of the cell
For when I came up to meet her
The look in her eyes was pained
The words on her lips were sorry
The beats of this story too familiar to these eyes and ears
Accept the horror and hope for a reprieve
Down some absinth and dream a little dream
Pray time speeds up, that you may mend
Or that a familiar and loving face awaits at the next bend
Rolling with all these blows, who the **** knows
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
Who will the river babble to
When she has run so far away
Off into the mists emanating from the bridge
Pulsating, a nucleus inside of the cell
For when I came up to meet her
The look in her eyes was pained
The words on her lips were sorry
The beats of this story too familiar to these eyes and ears
Accept the horror and hope for a reprieve
Down some absinth and dream a little dream
Pray time speeds up, that you may mend
Or that a familiar and loving face awaits at the next bend
Rolling with all these blows, who the **** knows
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