water and salt and fire (for Yinka)

There is a river that runs through the country My lover's on the other side But gold and gunpowder, grease and the governing Brought the bridge down in blood and fire I hear the Niger is bound to another Where they see eye to eye So if you find I got lost in Lokoja I'm learning to make them mine Yinka I'll cross the line We love Love is the cousin of war We're dust Caught in our halves of the sun Maybe we'll mix if we bleed In the water and salt and fire In the water and salt and fire