A kayaker navigates the Provo River while reflecting on love, loss, and being remembered. Between paddling cues and descriptions of currents, he asks "Do you love me enough to let me go?" and weaves metaphors of falling and tearing seams into a meditation on mortality and time.
We're going boat tonight. Nice day today. Sun's heading down a little bit, but we still got enough time. sees them. I'm not the only one they keep up at night. I'm not the only one not sleeping. I'm not the only one who's dreaming out loud. Dreaming out the stitches here at night. We are Ripping the seams, I'm pushing hard to tear it apart. It stitches him and I, we are ripping the seams. There's something missing, children, give me some. Yeah, we're in an eddy right now. See, the nice thing about the Weber River is the speed of the river is about half of it. Down the left towards me now. Yes. Any more left? More left before you get rocked. Okay. Distance holding me on the way. Are you there? Closer, closer, closer, closer, closer. Do you expect you will be able to keep from Come where I can see. Closer, closer, closer. Closer, closer, closer. Bring it back this summer. Come where I can see. Closer, closer, closer to me. Come closer. Come closer. Come closer. You out there somewhere, come where I can see. Closer, closer, closer to me. Time to go kayaking! Woo! Don't lean, don't lean, don't lean! I got speed! Did you pop out? I'm still walking the line that leads me home. Alone, I know I still got mountains to climb on my own. On my own. Do you love me enough to let me go? Do you love me enough to let me go? To let me fall through? Let me fall through? You, my love, do you love me enough to let Beat into it, beat into it, beat into it, beat into it. Keep staying. Yeah, perfect. Now paddle forward, paddle forward. Come on, lean into it, lean into it. That's how you kayak. Good job, dude, you made it all the way through. You made it all the way across the river. —through to let me fall? You, my love, do you love me enough to let me go? Breathe it in and let it go. Every breath you take is not yours to own. It's not yours to own. Do you love me enough What will they say when I'm gone? In words that are written in stone under my name. What will they claim about me? Oh, I don't want to leave a legacy to be remembered matter more than just a memory that fades away because we only, we only get one life. Free me, my hands outside. I'm so tired of wasting time. These endless inventions steal my attention from real life. And when it's done, when it's over, oh, I wanna leave a legacy to be remembered. More than just a memory that fades away. Because we only get one life. A thousand other boys could never reach you. How could I have been one? I saw the world spin beneath you and scatter like ice from the spoon. There was your— Hang on, dear bud! What are things they never showed you that swallow the light from the sun inside your room? Yeah, I'm coming down. The world turns over, angels fall without you there. I go on as you get colder. Always someone
