I waited at the bank of the river
Back turned to the freezing wind
After she kissed me, I felt my lip bleeding
I didn't want to speak
When asked if I would see her again
I remember she said something about sentimentality
Then I was alone at the river again
That night I realized my best year was finally over
I still go down to that river
Sometimes it scares the hell out of me
Other times I want to slip in and let it carry me away
Maybe I'll find her somewhere deep in those dark and devilled waters