Loom-den…

I like the way they think, I like the way sway so softly back and forth

Loom-den…

I like the pretty blooms, I like the petals falling on the surface towards

Loom-den

“The petals are the compass”, he says, “they are always drifting to the north”

Loom-den…

I said I wouldn't miss you, but just thinking about parting’s such a sword…

Loom-den…

Will you remember me as well, or will you keep your promise to forget?

Loom-den…

As I drift along the river, I wish it were better circumstances under which we met

Loom-den…

I know you don't like talking, but I feel that you're a kindred one like me

Loom-den…

I kept a spot for you inside my brain, I hope that doesn’t seem clingy

Loom-den…

I don't ever wanna let go, but I guess it's time I did, so I'm stepping off the boat

Loom-den…

I could fake my leg is broken just to spend more time with you as we cross the moat

Loom-den…

You know I wouldn't do that, but I do hope to see you again sometime

Loom-den…

If you are so amazing, I look forward to making friends with others of your kind