And love is like a river of bringing streams of life-blood
but when it's stopped and over-flows, there it births [bad word] 

And through the floods [bad word]  into the spinning drop
Upon the waves and gushing, explodes above the top

And love is like a river of bringing streams of life-blood
but when it's stopped and over-flows, there it births [bad word] 

Below the [bad word] sinking, into the darkened deep
Within the brooding tensing, the creeping frozen sleep

And love is like a river of bringing streams of life-blood
but when it's stopped and over-flows, there it births [bad word] 

Dreaming slips beneath... Hope is lost to the flow

The flooding of wanting, asunder, confronting everything
Now submerged

And love is like a river of bringing streams of life-blood
but when it's stopped and over-flows, there it births [bad word] 

Grasping at twisted missings in gasping, rollings falls
In choking, spoken pleadings of desperate mourning calls

And love is like a river of bringing streams of life-blood
but when it's stopped and over-flows, there it births [bad word] 

Dreaming slips beneath... Hope is lost to the flow
The flooding of wanting, asunder, confronting everything
Now submerged