Up the hill to a vacant lot
There´s nothing to see
Walk the pillars to settle in
And find that you´ve turned from me
You´re the cup and you´re the drink

That keeps swimming up north through the stream
I´m the raft that got filled with sand
That keeps knocking about in the drain
My hands are laid out to persuade a gathering
Hair is polished and shiny trim
Just keep a friend in me