The illusion is shifting again The columns melting stone to blurred sand Kiss the River bed, saturated nutrient flow Estuary, opposites mixing like friends
Meeting our ends, meeting our ends The Compost heap rots and withers, In preparation to add to the cycle again The moment is fleeting Gather, pull the light close to your Chin Hold it on the sides of its head And gaze, gaze deeper and deeper again
People also said that there's fresh and salty Different waters... Different flows... Different tides
I want a love like an estuary For you and me A place where that river can kiss the sea It doesn't matter whether fresh or salty Whatever race, religion or country If its real love, then it's meant to be Traveling far and wide In order to unite in one tide Yes, most definitely! I desire a love like an estuary.
Well I'm currently studying one of my classes and I find estuaries romantic because no matter how different the river and the sea are, they still unite.