The Souce of the End

The source of this river sleeps as the world stands still,
passin' through gardens of red, passin' through you.
Seeping like smoke, breathing at will,
When we get to the clearing in the path our eyes
will see true.

Because right now!
Night and day are the same
when our bodies
meld like sun, moon and rain!
and far away the thunder groans
in jealousy.

and the veins of the earth crack and froth,
the horizion a molten skyscraper broth,
love and concrete the same,
Lips of the mountains parting ways,
the last kiss left our village in sways
we didn't end the world,
but the world rightfully took us all
back home, we didn't die alone.

Lips of the mountains parting ways,
the last kiss left our village in sways