Salt And Peper

There is a river that runs through the country My lover's on the other side But gold and gunpowder, grease and the governing Brought the bridge down in blood and fire I hear the Niger is bound to another Where they see eye to eye So if you find I got lost in Lokoja I'm learning to make them mine Yinka I'll cross the line We love Love is the cousin of war We're dust Caught in our halves of the sun Maybe we'll mix if we bleed In the water and salt and fire In the water and salt and fire

You've left me with such a silent world, Where evenings are calm, but I'm restless And my breath has become as thin as the wind. Not even the mighty sky could fill the space you left behind Not even when it rains. No, nothing takes your place Your emptiness too great to fill. I have been holding my breath, For too many nights in a row, And somewhere on coastlines unknown to me You paint your dreams, With reds and blues and greens. Yea you're painting daffodils by the sea, Without me. Today in a breeze I sensed your perfume But you were nowhere near. And in reverie, I felt you holding me. And even in my dreams I shake from the fear Of truth being swept away By the rhythm of the waves I whisper in your ears. I have been holding my breath, For too many nights in a row, And somewhere on coastlines unknown to me You paint your dreams, With reds and blues and greens. Yea you're painting daffodils by the sea, Without me. I would give away The sweetest memories, If I could just be with you again. Be with you again. I have been holding my breath, For too many nights in a row, And somewhere on coastlines unknown to me You paint your dreams, With reds and blues and greens. Yea you're painting daffodils growing by the sea, Without me. Last night I dreamt you were with me, Finally I could breathe.

By the banks of the river Where the willows hang down The wild birds they warble With a low mornin' sound Way down in the hollow Where the river runs cold It was there I first listened To the lies that you told Now I lie on my back And I see your sweet face A past I remember Time can't erase And letters you wrote me They were written in shame And I know that your conscience Still echoes my name Now if the ladies were black birds If the ladies were thrushes Well I'd lie there for hours In the chilly cold marshes And if the women were squirrels With them high bushy tails Well I'd load up my shotgun With rock salt and nails I'd load up my shotgun