The River Rushes (To Screw MD Over)

Lyrics

Expertly, the river flows Eventually, it takes me home The weeping willows upon the shore Are memories of lovers gone And I don't think these things are real They might be hints of used to be Like lovers lusting on the breeze Or fuckers burning out their knees Waiting as themes are freed From faces in a memory I can say "Ain't it silly" For remembering what used to be