These rivers are rain from a summer gone by 
 dragging [bad word] to sea 
 they’re pointing their guns towards a northern sky 
 still none of them call themselves free

 afraid to collide, you fall out of your mind 
 to kiss concrete ground with your teeth. 
 but with two cigarettes and your [bad word]  this air is too heavy to breathe 
 this air is too heavy to breathe

 in order to stop them you cry out a spell 
 that withers [bad word] overseas 
 “take all your fluid words, kiss me farewell
 and give me peace 
 give me peace”