I ride over rivers and mountains Trees are covered in blossoms and mosses To deliver my wilted body to your door I’m weighing my gains and losses
You welcome me with the look of a madman I lose myself in your pandemonium
The bed next to the railroad shakes all night I am systematically giving up the fight
The one who’s gone beyond and back Has taught me to let go Caught up in your violent thunderstorm A branch in your stream, pulled to and fro
Black birds line the path I ride home through rain and snow It’s always the crows who watch Each lover come and go
The bed next to the railroad shook all night For those moments I’d given up the fight
You are sweet, with the look of a madman I love myself when I can’t chase equilibrium Still the crows watch as I run and run away I will return when the storm pulls me in again