been drinking every night
i'm sure that it's not good for my kidneys
got a heart made out of steel
and even that can be made cold to touch
captivate me, O, Lord
one of sorrow and one of silence
dazzle me into submission
when he's calling me home, calling me his
I can't help but think to myself
of You, we walk to old scents
die to crumble and crumble away
so that the bits of me aren't easily given away
with love, Home, streets are rainy
and it's still July.
I cannot maintain my urge to
let this river pass under me.
