Gently play me the songs of your river. Let me float upon the water as I drift between your wavelengths. And with my head submerged, sing me the humming of your mind. I've picked up the chords and left sad things behind. Let me rip into the hook of a perfect storm. It's in the face of a mirror where our feelings are born. And with everything else, we can remind each other. Whistling the tunes we can jive to forever. Take me to the things I cannot find.
