Fill your pockets full of river stones

For us, deep beneath the soul

On your stockings a songbird sang

Alone, all alone



Oh, these things that hold onto me

Drag my feet across the sky

Oh, these things they don't belong to me

This time, oh this time



Baby, it's time to go

To that house down by the lake

Baby, it's time to go

To that house down by the lake



A beauty all by herself

Just floating peacefully

Death had forgotten her

Like she's, she's forgotten me