A thousand rivers flowing,
Further every day.
Each it's own direction,
Carry me away.
Lost beneath the current,
Muscle skin and bone.
A thousand little pieces,
Floating on their own.
Parts were seen a drifting,
Through valleys deep and wide.
Others through the meadows,
And some they couldn't find.
Of all my lonely pieces,
The only one I knew,
This broken little heart of mine,
Was floating back to you.
