We are all at the bottom of the river
We stare up
at the leaves floating by
We sit down
at the bottom of the river
Waiting for the changing tide
Time floats by
at the bottom of the river
Each sinking pebble
is an echoing tenor
There’s stones in our pockets & chains around our ankles
But you’ll never see a tear drop where the fish swim by
There’s children throwing stones into the river
There’s retrievers fetching sticks along the shore line
We’ve got seaweed for a pillow at the bottom of the river
We’ve got pale blue skin & bulging white eyes
[Chorus]
We are all
at the bottom of the river
We stare up
at the leaves floating by
We sit down
at the bottom of the river
Waiting for the changing tide
