In the eyes of the river, in the eyes of dry land, feeding on myself, turning water into sand
In the eyes of a river in the eyes of dry land, a land that I know, I grew up as you grew old
On the road up to you the sun is setting high, I am entranced with the color, the depth of the sky
On the road up to you with my shirt sleeves gone, the body and the blood but the cavalry moves on
In the eyes of the river in the eyes of dry land how am I not myself without the blood from his hands
In the eyes of the river in the eyes of this land a virgin orphan mother giving birth to a man
In the eyes of a river I am I am sinking far and I am not a river I am chariots of fire
You know me well you knew me oh well but the chariot is burning and I’m building a new well
In the eyes of a river I am I am sinking far and I am not a river I am chariots of fire
You know me well you knew me oh well but the chariot is burning and I’m building a new well
You are no river you are no land you are the binding and the pressing and the breaking of a man
I am a river I am dry land I am chariots of fire making smoke and burning hands
You are no river you are no land you are the binding and the pressing and the breaking of a man
I am a river I am dry land I am chariots of fire making smoke and burning hands
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