But here I will always walk
A riverside, a muddy bed
A ghost for company
It's always evening here
Along the riverside
The sun almost sets on the almost horizon
And here I always walk
Tripping on gumnuts and wayward stones
I tumble down the riverbank
Hitting branches along the way
They bruise my arms they scratch my face
And I am tumbling down
Stumbling tumbling down
To the muddy bed of the river
Stumbling tumbling down
Sinking, mired into the mud
It seeps around my ears
Above me, my taunting ghost
Looking down at me, looking up at her
There's mud on my hands
So paint it across my face
And bend deep into my knees
To rise up again
I scramble up that riverbank
Clutching at tree roots i climb
My body is heavy, my bones they groan
My ghost throws her head back and laughs
I chase that ghost along the river
And that ghost, that ghost she flees
She laughs with derision, she laughs with mirth
And so I push her down
My ghost be tumbling down
Stumbling tumbling down
To the muddy bed of the river
My ghost be tumbling down
The rocks don't bruise her translucent skin
The branches don't tear at her face
The dense muddy waters don't pull her down
Plunge, lunge, rise again
I've turned my back from this scene
Turned my head to walk away
But she follows me down that riverside
For like the sun, she never sets
My feet they cannot run no more
But my heart is stronger yet
So I stand my ground on that riverside
And push my lover down
Maybe sometime not so soon
I walk while the sun still sets
She'll find me, and reach out her hand
And I'll push her down again
And that ghost, she tumbles down.
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