Flowers on the Hillside

From the hillside I could see Your river slowly moving towards me The anxiety, encroaching Slow but always moving Do you hate me, or am I just paranoid Do you love me, or is that a question I should avoid And I could feel it, in the air The oxygen, slowly leaving And I know you're right here Is that suppose to be comforting Do you hate me or am I just paranoid Do you love me, or is that a question i should avoid And you said to me, I want to count your teeth