The River (Stone Julia)

Well, the river came to me, and it washed us all away. Someone is chasing me and noted where I used to stay. And I feel as I've been here many times before. As I kneel and I pick up the pieces on the floor. And you ask me in a voice, that is quiet, that is strong: "Tell me of a place where the living don't belong." I remember falling to the other side. I remember leaving my body behind. But the river pulled me away, Before I got a chance to say what I say. And under the jacket I did lay. And the Christmas lights, they come from nowhere. I had visions often of rivers, No, I didn't know their names. I had visions, notwithstanding in the heart of it all. And you ask me to tell you: "Oh, what people might we become?" Tell me of the dying we have done. But the river pulled me away, Before I got a chance to say what I say. And under the jacket I did lay. And the Christmas lights, they came from nowhere. Oh, and under the river I stay. I won't get the chance to say what I say. Under the jacket, I will lay. And the Christmas lights, they come from nowhere. And the Christmas lights, they come from nowhere. And the Christmas lights, they come from nowhere.