giovedì 28 ottobre 2010

by this river

here we are
stuck by this river,
you and I
underneath a sky that's ever falling down, down, down
ever falling down.

through the day
as if on an ocean
waiting here,
always failing to remember why we came, came, came:
I wonder why we came.

you talk to me
as if from a distance
and I reply
with impressions chosen from another time, time, time,
from another time.

brian eno • by this river

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