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| Flow past me like you don't care I'll stand here, still stare. I can't tell how you're flowing or where, oh where, you're going I'll watch you land on my muddy shore like you've been here before Watch you glitter sapphire in the sun remind me that you've always won Watch curling the smoke of your cigarette curl around my fingers your regret Swim for shore and swept away by love Darkness below and open sky above Scream -- shatter the glass within...each day Dream -- and let the affair begin...to play. Stream -- your love flows...I pray. Stop chasing the grain in the sand Stop listening, take my hand Let our fingers intertwine once more and lay down upon this shore With this kiss I thee dread the thoughts inside your head I can't feel them, I am numb I only hear your heart strum Scream -- shatter the glass within...each day Dream -- and let the affair begin...to play. Stream -- your love flows...I pray. In your eyes I see the river pass by I fail to wonder, I start to cry You turn away from me again and I feel the coldness of your skin There is no love here, it's gone on With the passing of the moon to the dawn But the waters continue to move, they do I realize -- I don't love you. Scream -- shatter the glass within...each day Dream -- and let the affair begin...to play. Stream -- your love flows...I pray. |
| "Stream" |
| ©2001 by Rebecca J. Burke & Hashbrown Casserole for the Matchbox Twenty Soul, Inc. |
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| Written on September 24, 2001. Inspired of the view of the Ohio River in Carrollton, this is a further attempt at finding the voice I want to share. |