The air was black over the river from the weight of the mist
As I walked over the bridge upon once we had kissed
It felt like November with a chill lighter than most
And I walked all downtown surrounded by ghosts
Freighters went searching through the thick with their horns
I pictured a love in the depths, all forlorn
The winter was haunting, but the wind had lost bite
Tomorrow we’d freeze, a chill to kill us with spite
Pent-Up Aching Rivers 