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• Artiste: Cowboy Junkies
• Titre: Bea's song
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Speed River at my feet running low and flat I'm sitting here burning daylight, thinking about the past and that distance out there where the earth meets the sky. The slightest move and this river mud pulls me further down. John's at my side, but he's sitting on firmer ground. John says I look at the moon and the stars these days more often than I look into his eyes and I can't disagree so I don't say nothing. I just stare on past his face at Venus rising, like a shining speck of hope hanging over the horizon. With each passing year that I sit here that horizon seems to inch just that much nearer and all that appears on it seems as clear as spit. But if there's on thing in my life that these years have taught it's that you can always see it coming but you can never stop it. Speed River at my feet running low and flat I'm sitting here burning daylight, thinking about the past and that distance out there where the earth meets the sky. The slightest move and this river mud pulls me further down John's at my side, but he's not noticing that I'm drowning. The slightest move and this river mud pulls me further down. John's at my side, but he's not noticing that I'm drowning.