Somehow, the Rivers Rising

It’s lonely and it’s cold
But beautiful and black
And all around the smell
Of old trees and coming rain
Sometimes the best things
Are best left unsaid
Like how love’s an unfit friend
Like how your chest builds your head
And maybe before you take yourself away
You bring to the edge the only place you hear the dead
Somehow the river’s rising
The summers deep
There hasn’t been rain for weeks
We move through sunshine, talk,
Getting into sold out shows