There's a creek I would walk to
When my house felt like a locked room
Lean on little wooden bridges
Watch the eels playing cool
I could walk a little further
Down the dirt path on the shoulder
To the biggest waterfall my city limits could produce

Boy, it fell
Kept on falling
Biting down, carving rock, slow erosion

Lay me here on the stone
I'm only here to feed mosquitoes
Only skin, only blood
A little less now than there was

In January 'twenty-three
The creek became a raging sea
A great torrential flood that ripped
The bridges from the banks
The soft slope of the valley
Ravaged, cracked and wounded badly
Fallen giants breathing heavily
Across the severed track

They fell
Stayed fallen
Roots exposed, reaching high
Something's growing

Lay me here, by the bones
I'm only here to feed mosquitoes
Only skin, only blood
A little less now than there was
A little less now than there was

I still go, it's been a year now
Past the chain link fence that keeps out
With the bridges all still blown out
You can't amble anymore
Overgrown, abandoned
I take off my shoes to cross and
Find the current has forgotten
How it felt to break the world

And if I fall
I'll fall in
Soaking wet, ruined pride, Tui laughing

So leave me here, let me go
I'm only here to feed mosquitoes
Only skin, only blood
A little less now than there was just
Leave me here, on my own
I only breathe to feed the ego
Only flesh, only blood
I'm letting go of what I'm not
A little less now than there was
A little less now than there was