歌词
What kind of film plays in your mind?
What finds you in, what finds you out?
I look for your ghost almost every night
I make up little signs that say you are alright
It pours on down stream
And it foams at the mouth
And it rolls on out again
And comes back around
Love had a purpose, love was a role
Easy to cast, so hard to hold
I followed your footsteps out onto the sand
They end at the point where water rush onto land
And the way they recreated, well sometimes at least
It still finds me here, and it offers not peace
It pours on down stream
And it foams at the mouth
And it rolls on out again
And comes back around
