Told My Troubles To The River

I feed on fire and confusion,

of this crime I’ll rid my soul,

gonna slide on down to the river

onna tell her all.

So I told my troubles to the river

and I tossed them in the deep

and I washed my hands in the river

but the river brings more trouble to me.

I told my troubles to the river,

she shared them with the seas,

she returned them to me doubled,

the river holds no offer of peace.

I can wash this blood from my fingers

I can wash this stain from my soul,

but I can’t wash out your memories,

the river returns them all.

I told my troubles to the river,

she shared them with the deep,

yeah I told my troubles to the river,

but the river brings them back to me,

yeah the river brings them back to me.