Edge
of the river
edge of the sea
Dark moments, dark clouds
only you could see
In Talking Fisk Creek
in the arms of a friend
I love you now
I loved you then.
You lost your love
in Talking Fish Creek
You lost your love in Talking Fish Creek
Measuring your
words,
in a crowded booth
Scripted with your lines
and your skin so smooth
The look in your eyes,
there’s moments of pain
You’re a flower of the desert,
you’re crying for rain.
Look for your love
in Talking Fish Creek
Look for your love in Talking Fish Creek |
Losing
your voice in an empty song
How something so good
could turn out so wrong
But your heart could rhyme
and learn to keep time
With the heartbeat of your love in every line.
And find your love
in Talking Fish Creek
And find your love in Talking Fish Creek
In a dream tonight
you are a wounded dove
And a lonesome poet
has sent you this love
In Talking Fish Creek,
your old dreams die
And new visions are born,
so you can fly.
Fly on the wind
of Talking Fish Creek
Fly to your love In Talking Fish Creek. |
