Текст: Dispatch. Who Are We Living For?. Carry You.

Green river flows
like grass melting
later it will flow back down it's track
into an ocean.
She stands on the bridge
dimlight on the back

Someday
I will carry you

I want to float higher
above waves of electric wires
stare down onto the street

see a drunk witl kiln-glazed eyes
telling me about a girl I should meet

Someday
I will carry you