There ain’t a free bird,
ain’t a bird whose has not been drown,
ain’t a man who wishes to be drowned,
in the river, river of deceit.
Why come together after all
If the fate is to fall
I don’t believe in myself, my grey eyes lie
I don’t believe in urs either,
blue hurts even more.
All I believe is your blue eyes can be heartless
and when my heart grows, it needs no deceits,
not the water of sanity
but a log of wood, a ripened piece of wood
to hold together the river for a while
without burning the organs
till I get drowned.
With all love to "Mad season" and their best number from the album "Above"