The Rivers Ran

I recall when the clouds began to fall And the rivers ran as the mountains wept And the clouds then tried to reclaim their battered pride Cause they just wanted a friend up until the bitter end Perched upon their keep, in the atmosphere they sleep They couldn't help but cry Then they began to realise That the running and the weeping was all on them I recollect the ancient vivisect When the land was torn asunder underneath the crashing thunder And the ocean felt betrayed because the land said he would stay But he just had to move on, regardless of their bond Perched upon a sphere, spinning endlessly through space They couldn't help but cry Then they began to realise That the splitting and the shifting was all on them I remember when the light was young and tender He naively picked a rose and received the blackened prose Cause the light just couldn't see That the night would not agree To dance upon the sphere until they disappear Searching the abyss for an equilibrium They couldn't help but cry Then they began to realise That the running and the weeping That the splitting and the shifting That the burning contradiction was all on them