in goodbye in goodbyes in goodbyes

Take the shape of the river take the shape of the glass

Get away off that river vapor high no alas

be a cloud be rain be what ever just detach

Off the form off the phase off any sort of batch

Guess they all feel it near guess we all see it clear

When it’s almost here when we go to every here

Attach detach scratch unlatch

Dispatch i patch hatch to no match

When i leave when i go

I know there was no know

Take the shape of the river of rain of snow

you do live inside of me

although show up outside of me

what really happens inside?

and do we stay on different sides?

what is me what is side?

what can we keep on other side?

what is love? how can it live?

is it just a button to push you to give?

give your heart, give your whole,

say that you are a worthy soul

what is soul what is whole

what is love amongst this all?

Attach detach scratch unlatch

Dispatch i patch hatch to no match

When i leave when i go

I know there was no know

Take the shape of the river of rain of snow

behind senses what does hide?

that certain feeling that we can't side or guide

that emotion that forces motion

feeling, loyalty, pain, joy, devotion

hold hold that,

can you hold hold that?

just expressed through a solid,

from an 'is' to a fluid

you dunno the start, you dunno the end

you know the there, the receive, the send

frequency this, frequently that

another wave wearing another hat

like invisible man wearing a sheet

wore it to show you, not to cheat

but what you can't see still does exist

maybe not for you but still persist

i am water too, poured in my own glass

thinking this shape is the shape i am, and will last

the me in me, the you in you, the cee in cee —

each one water, mistaking the cup for the sea

you dunno the start, you dunno the end

because water has none — only the glass pretends

so exist is relative to where you are

behind the door, or out so far

like words are there, but only heard when said

but with no tongue they still rest in head

and with no head, and with no room?

no head no room, hence no head room

what is 'is'? what is 'is'? what is 'is'?

trapped in a shell between hell and well

between what us feel and what them tell

confusing us i, me and we

losing direction, all i, all we

like water in a glass, you think that's you —

tall and clear and round and true

but pour me out, i'm river, rain, and sea

glass was never water, love — glass was never me

shell is not prison not your face

it's just the cup you're holding shape in, just this place

you are not the glass — you are the flow

and 'is' is only water, learning what it don't know

live in shell and shell then dies

and after shell, answers hide behind lies

behind myth of curse and bliss

a hisss, a wissss, a myth, a thesis

what is 'is'... what is 'is'...

maybe 'is' was never a side

maybe 'is' is water, and glass is what we hide inside

the me in me, the cee in cee, the you in every other —

same water, different glass, each one the other

a hisss... a wissss...

the myth, the thesis...

and love? love is when water knows:

glass is just a shape it chose

glass is just the shape that shows

solid to fluid, cup to sea —

you were never glass. you were always me.

hold hold that... can you hold hold that?

hmmm... hmmm... hmmm...

Attach detach scratch unlatch

Dispatch i patch hatch to no match

When i leave when i go

I know there was no know

Take the shape of the river of rain of snow

Attach detach scratch unlatch

Dispatch i patch hatch to no match

When i leave when i go

I know there was no know

Take the shape of the river of rain of snow

When i leave when i go

I know there was no know

Take the shape of the river of rain of snow

When i leave when i go

I know there was no know

Take the shape of the river of rain of snow

in goodbyes in goodbyes in goodbyes

in goodbyes in goodbyes in goodbyes

When i leave when i go

I know there was no know

Take the shape of the river of rain of snow

Take the shape of the river of rain of snow

in goodbyes in goodbyes in goodbyes