Thought I heard you cry so I tried to listen
You were scantily dressed this night
Why do I always find it hard to listen
When you can’t speak to my eyes.

What if there ever was a fight
How could it ever be
You’d remain hurt

Down by the older wiser conscience
Down by the old river collecting lovers
Have you seen, have you heard
Hope you notice
Down by the old river, collecting water

In and out I seem to always miss it
When you tried your golden tries
Somewhere inside I know you must have meant it
Killing what was made of mine

What if I could have been this type
Strengthened or weakened
You ‘d remain hurt

Down by the old defected center
Down by the old river collecting water
Have you seen have you heard
Hope you notice
Down by the old river collecting nothing
Collecting nothing on the old…

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