I saw the ripple by the mossy stone, A silver shadow in the grey unknown. You used to point them out when we were young, Before the heavy winter had begun. Now I am standing on the muddy bank, Watching the daylight as it slowly sank. The current pulls against my tired feet, Searching for something in the cold retreat. I miss the way you'd laugh and run ahead, Into the hollow where the giants tread. Now every bubble rising to the air, Feels like a message that you're almost there. And we go down the drop, into the dark! Wait for the spark to ignite the heart! I'm diving deep where the waters turn! Watching the bridges and the secrets burn! Lost in the rush of the riverside! Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide! Looking for the otter in the midnight stream, Chasing a ghost through a broken dream. For a second, the world falls out, I hear your name in every frantic shout. We built this fortress out of sticks and clay, Until the flood came and took it all away. You said they represent the purest soul, The way they navigate the deeper hole. So I am chasing every jagged line, Between your spirit and this life of mine. Every whisper and a name I know, But it's just the wind where the lilies grow. I've got a pocket full of stones and sand, Trying to hold the water in my hand. And we go down the drop, into the dark! Wait for the spark to ignite the heart! I'm diving deep where the waters turn! Watching the bridges and the secrets burn! Lost in the rush of the riverside! Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide! Looking for the otter in the midnight stream, Chasing a ghost through a broken dream. If I could find it, would I see your eyes? Reflecting back beneath the heavy skies? The furnace click against the rushing tide, A little piece of you still tucked inside. I'm tired of searching for the things I lost, Counting the bitter and the heavy cost. But if I stop, the silence is too loud, Like a thunderhead inside a lonely cloud. So I will follow where the rapids lead, To find the medicine that I still need. Down the drop, again. Searching for my friend. In the wind... Until the very end. Until the very end.
