Rivers
Keep an eye on the surf and the sea and the sand
Don't you know every night is a stand-off with the fucking horizon
You had a real time of it
Staring off into the light
Hands tied behind your back
Steel chair giving you shivers
You've always had a problem flowing down rivers
See the rain falling down from the sky to its death
Smashed on the street in despair, somewhere over there I swear
You had a real time of it
Staring up into the light
Hands tied behind your head, go
Stranded on the carousel
A cripple from the wreck
I was ringing a bell's neck, looking for a sign
"Three stars means I'm losing you"
Says The Night to one of her romances
The plane lands and everybody dances, it's fine
You had a real time of it
Staring off into the light
Hands tied behind your head
Steel chair giving you shivers
You always had a problem flowing down rivers
You've always had a problem flowing down rivers
Writer/s: Daniel Bejar