The River
DARREN STUART MIDDLETON, JACQUELINE STONE, YANTO BROWNING
A silhouette in the light
A face hidden beneath a bone veil
The winds sound a distant voice
A wolf in sheep's clothing
A martyr beneath a mirror
Every whisper I hear
Every breath down the back of my neck
Senses can be fooled so easily
But this runs deeper
This is in my bones
Counting down the days
Dragging out the weight
Blurred lines evade the light
A wolf in sheep's clothing
A martyr's disguise
Every whisper I hear
Every breath down the back of my neck
Senses can be fooled so easily
But this runs deeper
This is in my bones
I could have sworn you lay in the ground
In my sight
Yet so far out of reach
Take this misery
Drown it with my memories
So they can never be found
Follow the river down
To where the waves break
I just watched the waters rise
And take a life