In this town, at the river mouth
Throw you ten things in your face I wrote about you
I'm not your friend, a terrace at the bend
You whisper inside, publish thoughts, and play pretend

So whose hope to sow for the drought
An idiot who can't cope when underground
So whose hope to sow for the drought
An idiot who can't cope when underground

In this town, there's a mouth
Show you ten things I wrote down I love about you
No, I'm not your friend, living on the mend
You flicker in me, you're unmet, but I play pretend

So whose hope to sow for the drought
An idiot who can't cope when underground
So whose hope to sow for the drought
An idiot who can't cope when underground