To be loved to death is another thing
I become you and you become me
And we go about the life as a river
Going with the land hand in hand
As we trickle to the lows and pool
in some places. We go and move and bubble
Chatting and nudging one another along
Til we stop.

The innocent ****** with his dam
Building in the center of our path
Our journey stops but we are together
The building there to catch us on our final venture
Holding one another as we reach the end
To be loved to death is another thing.