Texty: Greta Ida Csatlós. Fake Fur. The River.

Why don't you take me to the River
like we were way back into Times
Why don't you shut your Mouth
and be kind to me
I guess Nobody ever told you to
stand it or fall
Don't turn around to see your Smile
Why don't you take me to the River
It's for the Reason of a last Foodbye
Baby be kind to me
or someone else will heed the Call
Baby be good to me
or someone else will have it all

Why don't you close your Eyes and be
kind to me
It's gonna be the very last to see
My World is on Fire
and so I turn around to see you anymore