I can hear - voices in the water
Coming up like - smoke brings the wind
I have to take some time - to relocate that house of mine
I think I must lost it in the river
They see things so different
To green eyes they give nothing away
Do you think now at last
You can tell me
No you won't - give away
Crush snow on my face
Feels like burning
And birds black face singing in the tree
If I got myself a gun
Then I could shoot down everyone
Maybe I've just invented some religion
I saw father dancing with his daughter
And the music singing softly on the breeze
I can't see an end - salvation anywhere
Think I'll wait here if he comes he comes down the river
Think I'll wait here if he comes he comes down the river
I've heard all this before
Already I know
A lost soul - I won't say anymore

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Writer(s): CHRISTOPHER STEPHEN MATTHEWS