Bloodied blades in sheaths go rusty.
Rattling reeds recall your name.
The big red sun controls the river
But the moon controls the river's sway.
Water parts the ink from paper
Only tears can ever do the same.
Tongues are swords of fleshy metal
They cannot kill but they can maim.
Rolling stones are hard to stop
But the moss shall always have its way,
The big red sun controls the river
But the moon controls the river's sway.

Affections locked within go dusty
longing for fresh morning air.
The big red sun controls the river
But the moon controls the river's sway.
Teenage girls stroll in stilettos
And like prostitutes display their wares.
Lips are gates of of all emotion
Guarding hearts from wear and tear.
Ignorant you are but innocent you shall never be
For we both control our sway,
The big red sun is dead and rotten
Let the moon shine on and light the day.