What the Rivers Say

Standing on the riverbank
Feeling the sun bringing warmth to my face
I screwed my thoughts up into a ball
I threw them in and watched them sink without a trace

Feel myself becoming small
Amongst the wonder of it all
Feel myself becoming small
And this is what the river said

It's alright
It's OK
The things you've done, you can't change them anyway
It's alright
It's OK

At the cairn at the top of the tor
Rising sun lights the moon in the west
Looking up and wondering why
I don't believe in God but I still feel blessed

Feel myself becoming small
Amongst the wonder of it all
Feel myself becoming small
And this is what the mountain said

It's alright
It's OK
If you don't love yourself, I'm gonna love you anyway
It's alright
It's OK

It's alright
It's OK
The things you've done, you can't change them anyway
It's alright
It's OK

And all the things you've done
You can't change them anyway
If you don't love yourself
I'm gonna love you anyway
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shoots of spring alive and green
river flows city sounds recede
sun is rising over huddled homes
eyes closed I'm on my own

oil skies
oil skies
sometimes we dream of a different life
but i'd always come back to these oil skies

wind and rain pound my face
all around me the sense of space
step by step the long way home
close my eyes and breathe; i'm on my own

oil skies
oil skies
sometimes we dream of a different life
but i'd always come back to these oil skies

Oil Skies

Shoegaze, indie, post rock and electronica from Manchester, UK
tomleonard_uk@protonmail.com

What the Rivers Say

Tom Leonard