I'm standing on a bridge between
a hundred lies. A target scene.
I want to get away from here,
but I am standing still.
I don't have to make a choice.
I'll jump into the living noise.
I am gone, yeah, I am wrong.
I know this is the riversong.
The river runs deep, deep and wide.
I know this is the place, the place to hide.
I am honest. I'm a thief.
I'm drowing in my disbelief.
I am gone, yeah, I am wrong.
I know this is the riversong.
The river runs deep, deep and wide.
I know this is the place, the place to hide.
Honeymoon.
Honeylie.
Honeyriver runs dry.
Looks like gold.
A taste of mould.
Makes you want to live and fall
back to normality,
astronomy and symphony.
Loneliness.
Chess.
God bless.