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'll 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