| My camera doesn't lie to me, | |
| I see dark tears behind its eye, | |
| My camera doesn't lie to me, | |
| I see dark tears behind its eye | |
| It looks backwards on my future, | |
| Already in the sweet by-and-by | |
| The rambler vines are climbing, | |
| They lock their arms across my way, | |
| The rambler vines are climbing, | |
| They lock their arms across my way | |
| Blood lilies tell my secrets | |
| Like they were the time of day | |
| Your body speaks the broken street, | |
| Swinging as you go, | |
| Your body speaks the broken street, | |
| Swinging as you go | |
| Sometimes words escape me, | |
| But there's a rhythm to all we know | |
| Some take wine for water, | |
| Some make bread from stone | |
| Some take love for granted | |
| Like they'll never be alone … | |
| I walk the Shadow River | |
| And the dead don't mind at all | |
| Their memories just grow stronger | |
| And their stories twice as tall | |
| Out along the darkest bank, | |
| I cant see your boat from here | |
| Out along the darkest bank, | |
| I can see your boat from here | |
| I'm going to stand out on the water | |
| Till one of us does disappear |
| My camera doesn' t lie to me, | |
| I see dark tears behind its eye, | |
| My camera doesn' t lie to me, | |
| I see dark tears behind its eye | |
| It looks backwards on my future, | |
| Already in the sweet byandby | |
| The rambler vines are climbing, | |
| They lock their arms across my way, | |
| The rambler vines are climbing, | |
| They lock their arms across my way | |
| Blood lilies tell my secrets | |
| Like they were the time of day | |
| Your body speaks the broken street, | |
| Swinging as you go, | |
| Your body speaks the broken street, | |
| Swinging as you go | |
| Sometimes words escape me, | |
| But there' s a rhythm to all we know | |
| Some take wine for water, | |
| Some make bread from stone | |
| Some take love for granted | |
| Like they' ll never be alone | |
| I walk the Shadow River | |
| And the dead don' t mind at all | |
| Their memories just grow stronger | |
| And their stories twice as tall | |
| Out along the darkest bank, | |
| I cant see your boat from here | |
| Out along the darkest bank, | |
| I can see your boat from here | |
| I' m going to stand out on the water | |
| Till one of us does disappear |
| My camera doesn' t lie to me, | |
| I see dark tears behind its eye, | |
| My camera doesn' t lie to me, | |
| I see dark tears behind its eye | |
| It looks backwards on my future, | |
| Already in the sweet byandby | |
| The rambler vines are climbing, | |
| They lock their arms across my way, | |
| The rambler vines are climbing, | |
| They lock their arms across my way | |
| Blood lilies tell my secrets | |
| Like they were the time of day | |
| Your body speaks the broken street, | |
| Swinging as you go, | |
| Your body speaks the broken street, | |
| Swinging as you go | |
| Sometimes words escape me, | |
| But there' s a rhythm to all we know | |
| Some take wine for water, | |
| Some make bread from stone | |
| Some take love for granted | |
| Like they' ll never be alone | |
| I walk the Shadow River | |
| And the dead don' t mind at all | |
| Their memories just grow stronger | |
| And their stories twice as tall | |
| Out along the darkest bank, | |
| I cant see your boat from here | |
| Out along the darkest bank, | |
| I can see your boat from here | |
| I' m going to stand out on the water | |
| Till one of us does disappear |