| Song | To the River |
| Artist | Autumnblaze |
| Album | Words Are Not What They Seem |
| 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 |