Riverside by George Ergem

I was born in a losty town on a riverside, in a writer’s family
Brought up in my grandma’s house, parents had no time, we just lived so happily
As a child I had different eyes, I was seeing stuff, playing with insanity
In the dark they were showing up, with the big round/browns, we were drinking violet tea



By the riverside where dreams weren't crime
In my grandma's house, where I never hide
Lost in the Winters night, memories so sharp
Like a Bowie Knife, like a Bowie Knife.


When the dark was major enough
Those browny shadows were playing the symphony
Or I could just hear their breathing sound as an ideal polyphony
As I laid down and closed my eyes
I could feel their soft breeze on my hair
Till I saw the blue sunrise 
I was traveling somewhere really far away

By the riverside where dreams weren't crime
In my grandma's house, where I never hide
Lost in the Winters night, memories so sharp
Like a Bowie Knife, Like a Bowie Knife.


We are here we are near we always gonna be with him
We are here we are near we always gonna be with him


By the riverside where dreams weren't crime
In my grandma's house, where I never hide
Lost in the Winters night, memories so sharp
Like a Bowie Knife, like a Bowie Knife.

• Electronic
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• synthwave
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