Come along to the riverside. Sit down now.
I just want to hear somebody else whine.
If you`ve got tomorrow, I`ve got a blade.
We can dig a hole into an old book.
Keep our secrets there.
I know of another place beneath some overgrown vine. I can cut them back and help you down.
There I`ll listen to every song you know.
I`ll clap when you are through.
And maybe then I will kiss you.
I`ve been waiting for a long time to get these stories out. Tell me yours and I will tell you mine.
Spin them sideways, over ground, tie a rope around my shoulder. Tend to aching in the morning.
Come along to the riverside. Lay down now.
We can hold or not say all at all. We`ll jump out the crow`s nest, heave ashore, wave the might skull and crossbones.
Up that hill and back down.