I slept in your rose bed. Once.
I was cut but didn't mind the pain.
Blood flows, the river knows
Flowing inside me.
Depth of the wind we begin again
Fearless and stricken
Yet standing tall, through it all
The pulse is high
The pulse is low
Once rivers flow
You have no power to stop them.
Next stop on the locomotive
Will send you shivering
Waiting for the next call.