The River Empires

The Motorbike

The River Empires


A pattern was on your hem
And I got vexed by the spell of the way it was drawing
As you hung on the branch in the field where we found you

I forget that I'm still here
Cause in the bed where I wake there's a bird near the window
And it sings me to sleep as I leave from the driveway

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