A river stands between us brother.

The water passed your lips. You swallowed,

and now you sleep on distant shores.

 

I wear your hand-me-downs, not crying

to see your ghost in window sills,

dressed in your old skin. I dream,

 

I breath the void of stolen air,

while the guard dog holds you in his teeth.

I am not strong. I am not you.

 

 

I am not strong. I am not you.

The guard dog holds you in his teeth

while I breath the void of stolen air.

 

Dressed in your old skin, I dream

to see your ghost in window sills.

I wear your hand-me-downs, not crying.

 

Now you sleep on distant shores.

You swallowed the water passed your lips,

and a river stands between us brother.