You could say we liked to swim in shallow rivers
We grew fonder as we floundered by the banks
But I lied and swore that I was not a fibber
It was false to feign my passion as a prank

I suppose we practiced polar opposition
You could say we liked to play on different poles
I'm still cautious that we'll crack upon collision
I'll be smiling as I skip over the shoals

Does love exist for two fish in shallow rivers?
Is loneliness just a gift without a giver?

It's safe to say that we swam against our schooling
Our currents kept us drifting from our course
I'm past the need for rest and then refueling
I'm headed back to see the love that I've ignored

I'll be seeking in my swim up shallow rivers
I'll be waiting, I'll be braking in a brook
If you're able, I'll be gratefully a giver
My heart is yours to cradle like a crook

Does love exist for two fish in shallow rivers?
Is loneliness how we sift through the picture?
Can the light ever shine beyond its fixture?
Does love exist for two fish in shallow rivers?"