baby its a shame we had to meet this way.
the pilgrims are high and dry and theyre down by the river
and theres soldiers in the distance.
and im not where you are:
havin dreams like a runaway fountain.
that never gets very far-
theyve got dreams but its whats been allowed them.
still not where you are:
waitin round the shore for another bad starfish-
a bad one like you.
i didnt want to do it but i had to.
not another dream where the knife moves slowly
through the wool by the riverbed.
she says its sad how the wind in the trees
calls real softly for her and me.
not another dream where the knife moves slowly
through the wool by the riverbed.
she says its sad how the wind in the trees
calls real softly for her and me.