house full of mad heads,
a garden of strange,
the change in the season,
the pushing of days,
they said that they loved you,
she said she could change,
now the rain falls down almost everyday..
you predicted the moment,
how you knew it would come,
dead as a doornail,
your hammered and spun,
the merman is babbling,
the dogs on the run,
does anything change with the setting of suns..
all along the river she goes walking,
smiling and singing and talking to no one,
and all along the river he goes with her,
as the trees whisper and give her dead flowers falling..
a house in a hallway,
its rooms all a lust,
who dusted these diamonds,
questioned who you trust,
did you work all day long,
to find out its a bust,
just to wake to the stage just to do what you must..
so much for the long haul,
the sapphires been sold,
temptation has tricked you,
the spirits grown cold,
suppose you were sunshine,
suppose you were old,
suppose all of those thoughts in your mind were gold..
all along the river she goes walking,
smiling and singing and talking to no one,
and all along the river he goes with her,
as the trees whisper and give her dead flowers falling..
in the ghetto a meadow,
a flock of scared doves,
in the hills theres a widow,
who thinks of her love,
who died on the fault line,
descended to above,
oh to carry the weight or to bury the bones..
all along the river she goes walking,
smiling and singing and talking to no one,
and all along the river he goes with her,
as the trees whisper and give her dead flowers falling..
Nate Porter is a songwriter from Illinois, who spent his formative years as an artist in West Oakland, California. As of late, when he’s not on the road, he lives somewhere amongst the tall trees of the Great Pacific Northwest.
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