Riverside - Will Knox

oehh.

I’m going home to see my friend

In a chappel town on the bank of a riverbend

But nothing is bride but everything is pale

and a bruise breeze fills a riverman sails

oehh.

graveyards gums have grown new theeth

pretty new palls are thorm by pretty new reads

I twisted my tongue and you bent my ear

light another cigarette and tell me how to beg yeah

slipping through ivy stones familiar faces I don’t know

sheddel wine bitter cried cause I’m too satisfied

I drowned these thoughts by the riverside

the river ink composes poems

her bridges break and the boltman punctuates

she teaches me through ticks and wakes

her words are wrippels her waves are frost and blake

slipping through ivy stones familiar faces I don’t know

sheddel wine bitter cried cause I’m too satisfied

I drowned these thoughts by the riverside

oehh.

I’m going home to see my friend

In a chappel town on the bank of a riverbend

I twisted my tongue and you bent my ear

light another cigarette and tell me how to beg yeah