| and I could but weep in lost days to me what tells me to wake except my own breathing you are water in day I am water in day, yes I find this to be true waking is not a name water is not a burden days come together you are water in day you speak me like I spring like I run to water, water and what do I find there can I see for my closeness can I see two things and waking is not a name speak things riverer desire this waking desire this waking desire this waking riverer |