The Nile

Rush into the dead of the night
Racing power all run dry
You left it on the edge of the shore
To dream of what was before

Rushing to the speed of the light
Listening to find what you might not hear
Holding tightly onto the fright
To dream of short circuit storm

Crawling on the back of your skin
A tremble followed by a sharp tingling in your ears
Hold your breath and count till when
Lean on the perfect storm

Drip drip drop into the flood
Drip drip drop into the heart
Drip drip drop into the mud
Drip drip drop drip drip drip drop
Drop



Credits
Writer(s): Anne Sofie Strandheim Eike
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