As tones of water creep   photographs she gave to me.   On the long road I fell asleep      On patterns in the street    I have been pacing for weeks.   Falling short on the words I spoke      And I never meant like this   and I never meant like this      Books of cleansing   words I've longed to her to speak   growing tired of stirring dreams      To love her selflessly   to love her always   not to worry   not to worry   how refreshing