The River's End (feat. The Wickermen)
Plans and promises and paper dolls
And tigers burning bright
Watch the forests of the world
Feel the sleeplessness tonight
I dreamed I reached the river's end
I dreamed this bitterness would never come again
We read a lot, hear a lot, hide a lot
Chance a lot, hurt a lot, find a lot
The walls come down, the waters flow
The walls come down, people never change
I want to know, want to know why
I dreamed I reached the river's end
I dreamed this bitterness would never come again
The wind swept by with leaves about their faces
Strangled silence by the living and the dead
That in one small word, the gift of how to swim
Let it swim now, let it swim now
Television plays the images game
Sneaking out the back door they don't feel the shame
They get you when your hands are tied when you're open wide
They don't feel the pressure 'cause it's coming from their side
Ah don't believe the papers, don't believe in what they say
They get 'em and they take 'em and they lock 'em far away
It could be me it could be you, it could be any one of us
When you find the truth now who do you trust?
Who do you trust?
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
And I'm trying not to lose my head
I dreamed I reached the river's end
I dreamed this bitterness would never come a
I dreamed I reached the river's end
I dreamed this bitterness would never come again
And tigers burning bright
Watch the forests of the world
Feel the sleeplessness tonight
I dreamed I reached the river's end
I dreamed this bitterness would never come again
We read a lot, hear a lot, hide a lot
Chance a lot, hurt a lot, find a lot
The walls come down, the waters flow
The walls come down, people never change
I want to know, want to know why
I dreamed I reached the river's end
I dreamed this bitterness would never come again
The wind swept by with leaves about their faces
Strangled silence by the living and the dead
That in one small word, the gift of how to swim
Let it swim now, let it swim now
Television plays the images game
Sneaking out the back door they don't feel the shame
They get you when your hands are tied when you're open wide
They don't feel the pressure 'cause it's coming from their side
Ah don't believe the papers, don't believe in what they say
They get 'em and they take 'em and they lock 'em far away
It could be me it could be you, it could be any one of us
When you find the truth now who do you trust?
Who do you trust?
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
And I'm trying not to lose my head
I dreamed I reached the river's end
I dreamed this bitterness would never come a
I dreamed I reached the river's end
I dreamed this bitterness would never come again
Credits
Writer(s): Steph Miller
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