Imagine a river
That's flowing back to source
Revisit the memories
Of teardrops and waterfalls
The heart stops and beats backwards
The rhythm flowing out of time
How do I know the child
Born from a spring wild and free?
Did he ever delight
In the clear waters of liberty?
Ghosts in mirrors, within mirrors
The forgotten voice of infinite possibility
How do I know the child
Who, headlong with no beat or measure
Is swimming naked, drunk and elated?
Now a castaway
I may have stayed or strayed too long
Downwards and adrift
I swear I'll reach the delta in song
The heart stops and beats backwards
A rhythm folding back in time
Imagine a teardrop
That's flowing back to source