Well that’s fine, I will find time. To keep the memory of floating in the water. In the middle of summer. I’ll stay. I’ll try to push away. To see the demon living deep beneath the river, When the lake’s frozen over.
Funeral fever, You would always donate blood. With your band of brothers, staying up late – fucked up. And I. Candy flavour, we were letting things unfold. Random strangers, sleeping downstairs at night. When you were all alone.
You drew symbols on all of the walls. I felt the feeling of the rhythms in your rapture. The lake is frozen over.