Song | To the River |
Artist | Autumnblaze |
Album | Words Are Not What They Seem |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Long ago the clouds were brighter | |
We rode on spanks | |
And darkness became a good friend | |
When doubts, thieves of colours | |
Piled up again | |
The rooms were strange | |
They seemed to be aware of my fear | |
Who was breaking in my mind to kill me | |
Who came along to take me away (to the river) | |
Now we're sitting here | |
Bowed like beggars | |
The clouds are low | |
We still wonder who payed the caravans | |
To the strange rooms | |
Who is breaking in my mind to kill me | |
Who comes along to drag me to the river |