As tones of water creep
photographs she gave to me.
On the long road I fell asleep
On patterns in the street
I have been pacing for weeks.
Falling short on the words I spoke
And I never meant like this
and I never meant like this
Books of cleansing
words I've longed to her to speak
growing tired of stirring dreams
To love her selflessly
to love her always
not to worry
not to worry
how refreshing