It\'s sweet and sickening,
This degree of descent...

I hurt my head a moment,
It's something of a fall...

It breaks
Yet only I can see why...

Maybe Id find a whisper
Maybe Id find a thought...

I stare down the river
I stare down the rain...

Let fear confront me
With it's cold icy hand...

A child threw
The crocked cross...

Her lip shook
He bit it still...

Somehow I never quivered,
Somehow I never swayed...

Earth is an image
Crumpled up, thrust away...

I did not walk
As I was told...

A sudden wind
Blew right this way...