Hollow, haunted river full of mud
Where the beat of the sunlight beats out your blood
The grass breaths steam and the ground sinks low
There are those who still remember we must heed the flow
Filthy, dirty waters keep our deathly stink
And ferry it to those who have no relief
Pity was not born of me take my shit to the sea
Never to return again until it rains down on me
Well, life is full of the unexpected, the unwanted
But to the river none is left behind
Chorus
So where’s it going
Where’s it growing
Where’s it been?
Towards the end, my friend
Where we’ll all be swallowed, chewed and spit out again
Hey, where’s it going
where’s it growing
where’s it been?
Towards the end, my friend
Where no matter who you are we’ll all be children once again
Suffice it to say I could bury you today
For while you’re just drifting by I am here, here to stay
Oh pity was not born of me, I arose from the sea
And when my waters rise again
You’ll be drowning right inside of me
Deep where the stillness speaks
In the space we shall meet
River, being, being river
