Like the night sky
So Dark yet sublime...
The peace so cruel within the high,
That covers truth but then asks, "why?"
The flow led nowhere.
Washed up and soaked in one's own afflictions...
But fumbling in life based upon those fears...
Turns colors grey, and night still preys.
But it'll never have me.
It's far too late...
No I ain't falling...
For the river's game,
I'm in luck cuz I'm not dumb.
It's my love.
Swim up against the stream,
Cuz standing on the bank brings dirty feet,
And going with the flow turns upside down,
The mold, potential our hearts could sound...
Within the upstream,
But night stalks... entering...
Simple... wash up...
It'll never have me.
It's far too late...
No I ain't falling...
For the river's game...
I'm in luck...
Cuz I'm not dumb.
Its my...
Love. Its my life. Its my love. Its my life.
The sun can shine- keep the moon at bay.
Look up ahead light has shown the way.
Cuz giving up don't prove anything.
The river flows with a pulse unscathed.
We are living life, we are not forcing the blame.
We're not afraid. The night can wait.
It'll never have me, its far too late...
No I ain't falling... for the river's game.
I'm in luck, cuz I'm not dumb.
Its my love.
