Riverside Songtext
von Will Knox

I′m going home to see my friend
In a chapel town on the bank of a river bend
Where nothing's bright but everything is pale
And a brewer′s breeze fills a river man's sails

The graveyard's gums have grown new teeth
Pretty new piles adorned by pretty new wreaths
I twist my tongue and you bend my ear
Light another cigarette and tell me you had a bad year

Slipping through ivy stones
Familiar faces I don′t know
Channel wine
Bitter pride
Resigned to satisfied
I drown these thoughts by the riverside


The river ink composes poems
Her bridges break
And the boatmen punctuate
She teaches me through tides and wakes
Her words are ripples
Her waves are Frost and Blake

Slipping through ivy stones
Familiar faces I don′t know
Channel wine
Bitter pride
Resigned to satisfied
I drown these thoughts by the riverside

I'm going home to see my friend
In a chapel town on the bank of a river bend
I twist my tongue and you bend my ear
Light another cigarette and tell me you had a bad year