Video de Esmee By the River

Esmee by the river, a face like a blue jay
A kiss for a shiver was a pretty brave trade
Knowing too little, but hands know their own way
And hoping that the river might just purr a bit more
Hoping that the river might just purr some more
Now it’s been ‘most a year and I still sometimes wonder
Did I step too far or run too soon?
Til you chased both our fears off with rose-petal thunder
And lit up the river with a heart-sized moon
Esmee by the river, a face like a rainbow
Butterflies growling, but what does the gut know?
Bourboned and prowling for faces or footholds
But I could see through your eyes like the storm-pane was gone
I could see through your eyes like the storm-pane’s gone
And I knew I was moved that you stood so open
And I saw I was drawn to peek inside
Was the glass so pure or the window broken?
But the river reached up and it carried me on
Esmee by the river, a face like a memory
Patient and pissed like a black man’s song
I carved you a poem from rosewood and ebony
And threw it to the river to carry along
I hope when she brings it all slinky and sly
That you’ll slide on in it and taste of its verse
You ask will I write you, and of course the reply
Is that rivers of honey they sing “Honey, of course”
Rivers of honey they sing “Honey, of course”