Moving lanes

The day is dead and the night lingers Down by the river, It’s been a while All I remember is washing through my fingers I called you in the quiet, Where did you go What will you bring from the watery ghost If I walk through this darkness and cold blaze Would it be the gentle touch of warm hands - like always? I think this is the last time, We’d be in circles - Wont we? Why should I be happy, many bones in my closet Hope broken down, I’m drowning