Esmee by the river, face like a blue jay A kiss for a shiver was a pretty brave trade Knowing too little, but hands know their own way And hopin' that the river might just purr a little more Hopin' that the river might just purr some more Now spend most the year and I still sometimes wonder Did I step too far, or run too soon? 'Til you chased both our fears off with rose petal thunder Lit up the river with a heart-size moon Esmee by the river, her face like a rainbow Butterflies growling, but what does the gut know? Burnt, bent, and prowling for faces or footholds I could see through your eyes like the stormpaint was gone Could see through your eyes like the stormpaint was gone I knew I was moved, there you stood so open I saw I was drawn to peek inside Was the glass so pure, the window broken But the river reached up and it carried me on Esmee by the river, face like a memory Patient and pissed like a black man's song I carved you a pole from rosewood and ebony And threw it to the river to carry along I hope when she brings it, all slinky and sly That she'll slide on in it and taste of its verse You ask will I write you, of course the reply's That rivers of honey, they sing "honey, of course." Rivers of honey, they sing "honey, of course." Rivers of honey, sing "honey..."