You sentimental fool
You broke all the rules
And now you will have to suffer
For what was uncovered
Was better left alone
As grief is both a prison and a poem
A thousand words too long
You are a victim and i am a song
Concern yourself with reason
And you may do yourself real harm
We shall let the river guide us
And then we'll travel on
By moonlight we will follow
The water’s serpentine meandering
And allow our candles to burn out
Triads of dreams inevitably
Come unraveled at the seams
Until we learn to speak in tongues
Borrowed from our grandmothers
Some say that love’s escapades
Are too dangerous for their heart
So we've learned to stay
Far away from those people