She says that she's a river, her words flow right out
She tells me she's a giver, until her estuary's dried out
She is cold and giving, right from source to spout
She makes me hard and gritting
Like ochre, I keep her grounded
And show her what we're worth
I think that I want to know her, like the small of my back
I want to explore all of her possibilities
She makes me swimming, in the current beside her
And the company is winning
And sober, like idle thoughts
That flow where we should go
Oooh, oooh, oooh
Oooh, oooh, oooh