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The river bends around the ancient mill
The hills stay gray against the morning chill
We know the storm has passed beyond the hill
But something in the quiet wants to spill
We wrote our names across the factory wall
We jumped the fence with clippers and all
We screamed our secrets at the moon so bright
And swore that summer never felt so right
We don't paint walls or shout at the sky
We watch the river bend and slide by
Our boots are slow, our voices low and fine
Our wild is kept like coins in a line
The river bends around the ancient mill
The hills stay gray against the morning chill
The thrill we knew is gone, we're standing still
The heat we had has cooled into a will
The river bends around the ancient mill
The hills stay gray against the morning chill
We know the storm has passed beyond the hill
But something in the quiet wants to spill
We don't paint walls or shout at the sky
We watch the river bend and slide by
Our boots are slow, our voices low and fine
Our wild is kept like coins in a line
The river bends around the ancient mill
The hills stay gray against the morning chill
The thrill we knew is gone, we're standing still
The heat we had has cooled into a will
The river bends around the ancient mill
The hills stay gray against the morning chill
We know the storm has passed beyond the hill
But something in the quiet wants to spill
