The River Songtext
von Anathallo

High water carried her down stream
She watched the water′s living things
She thought, it's not a mound with six planks of wood
The cardinal points to hold you up
Or a mountain where a shed self could

Feed the roots and honor the tongues of the animals
Drift into the moss and bloat where the peat bog pulls
Feed the roots and honor the tongues of the animals
Drift into the moss and bloat where the peat bog pulls

Rolled like a felled tree with arms as useless as such
Death′s panic came, a calmness stayed, you couldn't do much
Just watch the water chip away at the bank eroding
Cut and crumbling through the spate

It took a father, it covered his daughter
Took her down, down, down
With the glass bottles, books, a tire
Collected hair tufts in the weeds
Snagged and wrapped in the peats
Dammed and trapped


You said, is this the ceremony?
I don't know, well I don′t mind
The way we all fall in and roll down
Pushed through the veins and the trafficked byes
And when your ears sit under
Head is half submerged down below
Pooling all accounts of peace
While passed beneath the canopy glow

The canopy glow
The canopy glow
The canopy glow

You said, is this the ceremony?
I don′t know, well I don't mind
The way we all fall in and roll down
Pushed through the veins and the trafficked byes
And when your ears sit under
Head is half submerged down below
Pooling all accounts of peace
While passed beneath the canopy glow


You said, is this the ceremony?
I don′t know, well I don't mind
The way we all fall in and roll down
Pushed through the veins and the trafficked byes
And when your ears sit under
Head is half submerged down below
Pooling all accounts of peace
While passed beneath the canopy glow
The canopy glow, the canopy glow
The canopy glow, the canopy glow