The River - Bonus Track
Well, the river came to me, and it washed us all away.
Someone is chasing me and noted where I used to stay.
And I feel as I've been here many times before.
As I kneel and I pick up the pieces on the floor.
And you ask me in a voice, that is quiet, that is strong:
"Tell me of a place where the living don't belong"
I remember falling to the other side.
I remember leaving my body behind.
But the river pulled me away,
Before I got a chance to say what I say.
And under the jacket I did lay.
And the Christmas lights, they come from nowhere.
I had visions often of rivers,
No, I didn't know their names.
I had visions, notwithstanding in the heart of it all.
And you ask me to tell you:
"Oh, what people might we become?"
Tell me of the dying we have done.
But the river pulled me away,
Before I got a chance to say what I say.
And under the jacket I did lay.
And the Christmas lights, they came from nowhere.
Oh, and under the river I stay.
I won't get the chance to say what I say.
Under the jacket, I will lay.
And the Christmas lights, they come from nowhere.
And the Christmas lights, they come from nowhere.
And the Christmas lights, they come from nowhere.
Someone is chasing me and noted where I used to stay.
And I feel as I've been here many times before.
As I kneel and I pick up the pieces on the floor.
And you ask me in a voice, that is quiet, that is strong:
"Tell me of a place where the living don't belong"
I remember falling to the other side.
I remember leaving my body behind.
But the river pulled me away,
Before I got a chance to say what I say.
And under the jacket I did lay.
And the Christmas lights, they come from nowhere.
I had visions often of rivers,
No, I didn't know their names.
I had visions, notwithstanding in the heart of it all.
And you ask me to tell you:
"Oh, what people might we become?"
Tell me of the dying we have done.
But the river pulled me away,
Before I got a chance to say what I say.
And under the jacket I did lay.
And the Christmas lights, they came from nowhere.
Oh, and under the river I stay.
I won't get the chance to say what I say.
Under the jacket, I will lay.
And the Christmas lights, they come from nowhere.
And the Christmas lights, they come from nowhere.
And the Christmas lights, they come from nowhere.
Credits
Writer(s): Julia Stone
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