Down by a river, silent and hardened | And since last that we parted, last that I saw him
Down by a river, silent and hardened
Morning was mocking us, blood hit the sky
I was just happy, my manic and I
He couldn't see me, the sun was in his eyes
And birds were singing to calm us down
And I'm sorry young man, I cannot be your friend
I don't believe in a fairytale end
I don't keep my head up all of the time
I find it dull when my heart meets my mind
My nihilist, my happy man, my manic, and I
Have no plans to move on
But birds are singing to calm us down