June 24th
gone are the days when we were gentle
pilgrims floating towards each other
your touch has long evaporated
[i hear you live in a drought now]
some say the water here’s the same
as anywhere, it carves, erases
i can’t erase that memory
[believe me the water knows]
gone are the days when we were gentle
pilgrims floating towards each other
your touch has long evaporated
[i hear you live in a drought now]
some say the water here’s the same
as anywhere, it carves, erases
i can’t erase that memory
[believe me the water knows]