Followed the river late at night, you said I should put up a fight
Guess I took another turn, and guess I made it out alright
Made up a fire in your mind, caught a ride back into town
Drank from a well of endless wine, stuck in these days of endless time
Don’t say you’re sorry now, just stick around, we can work it all out
This night seemed so innocent and dark
It must be true, these mind pictures are full of you
Saw a mother giving birth, saw a seagull in the dirt
Saw the changing of the seasons, saw a man with endless thirst
I see the mountains all around, they tower up into the clouds
You say they look just like a painting, in which we could settle down
Don’t say you’re sorry now, just stick around, we can work it all out
This night seemed so innocent and dark
It must be true, these mind pictures are full of you
And away we go just like the birds, like the seagull in the dirt
Like the crows among the saviours, like the drifters on this earth
And away we go just like these words, scattered out and never heard
Like the sleepers and the dreamers, like the drifters on this earth
Don’t say you’re sorry now, just stick around, we can work it all out
This night seemed so innocent and dark
It must be true, these mind pictures are full of you
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