A thousand rivers flowing further every day. | |
Each it's own direction; carry me away. | |
Lost beneath the current; muscle skin and bone. | |
A thousand little pieces floating on their own. | |
Parts were seen a-drifting through valleys deep and wide. | |
Others through the meadows and some they couldn't find. | |
Of all my lonely pieces, the only one I knew; | |
this broken little heart of mine, was floating back to you. |