Bitter root river flows out the north Montana shore

When cottonwoods align I feel the slowing of my mind

In a tunnel of snow, going full tilt

Down the canyon and roads that you

I didn't know we could be loyal like dogs

It was heartache

It was helplessness

Bittersweet communion, hand to hand and tongue to tongue to taste

The presence or the resin of two symbiotic lovers

Did I contribute something new?

Will I be as pure when I pass through as I was

When I fell out of my mother?

It was heartache

It was helpless

It was heartache

It was helpless

Springtime and the whole world blooms with me

Awake, but I sleep alone

Time was all that I had, honey

Bitter fruit on your tongue

It was heartache

It was helpless

It was heartache

It was helpless

It was heartache

It was helplessness