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