Riverbed Dry

Conspired again to protest in vain
That you’ll never feel that way again
Despair and desire above far too sustain
You’ll never sink this low again
Bitter as children we are now too much all of the time
What god would punish such sweet children
For such a sweet crime?
Wrong as the world and right as rain
We’ll never feel that way again
Riverbed dry, this is my terrain
I’ll never feel that way again
But I’ve tired of the city never blessed
With respite from the rain
Or has that changed too?
Is the riverbed dry?
Is the riverbed dry?
Is the riverbed dry?
Is the riverbed dry?
Conspired again to protest in vain
That you’ll never feel that way again
Despair and desire above far to sustain
You’ll never sink this low again
Well, I’ve tired
With your city never blessed
With respite from the rain
Or has that changed too?
Is the riverbed dry?