We’re going down
down the river
from the source to the sea
the river flows perpetually
The eternal shores
that smell of desire
on which I’ll be washed again and again
from darker skies into brighter heavens
real poems never end
Take my hand for a walk
on the paths that seem unknown
cause I’m floating down the river
bound to drown into the sea
From the source to the sea
the river flows perpetually
and we’re going down
down the river
Must I pass all the valleys of feelings
Must I creep through the gutters of decay
And is it true that we have chosen
Never to ask for a way
Take my hand for a walk
on the paths that seem unknown
cause I’m floating down the river
bound to drown into the sea
From the source to the sea
the river flows perpetually
and we’re going down
down the river