Crows

I ride over rivers and mountains
 Trees are covered in blossoms and mosses
 To deliver my wilted body to your door
 I'm weighing my gains and losses
 You welcome me with the look of a madman
 I lose myself in your pandemonium
 The bed next to the railroad shakes all night
 I am systematically giving up the fight
 The one who's gone beyond and back
 Has taught me to let go
 Caught up in your violent thunderstorm
 A branch in your stream, pulled to and fro
 Black birds line the path
 I ride home through rain and snow
 It's always the crows who watch
 Each lover come and go
 The bed next to the railroad sall night
 For those moments I'd given up the fight
 You are sweet, with the look of a madman
 I love myself when I can't chase equilibrium
 Still the crows watch as I run and run away
 I will return when the storm pulls me in again