Dispatch. Who Are We Living For?. Carry You. Zeneszám

Green river flows
Like grass melting
Later it will run black
Down its track
Into an ocean
She stands on the bridge
Dimlight on her back

Someday
I will carry you...

I want to float higher
Above waves of electric wires
Stare down onto the street
I see you drunk with kiln-glazed eyes
Telling me about the girl I should meet

Someday
I will carry you...