Green river flows like grass melting.
Later it will run black down it's track into an ocean.
She stands on the bridge,
dim light on her back.
Well, someday
I will carry you.
I will carry you.
I will carry you.
I will carry you.
I wanna float higher
above waves of electric wires
and stare down onto the street.
I see a drunk with kiln glazed eyes,
tellin' me about the girl I should meet someday.
I will carry you.
I will carry you.
I will carry you.
I will carry you.
Ooh.
musical interlude
I will carry you.
I will carry you.
I will carry you.
I will carry you.
I will carry you.
I will carry you.
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