To The River

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