On dark rivers we float 

Never to meet the releasing sea 

Our souls hide 

Deep inside our bodies 

We got to feed our dreams 

Nurse our dreams 

Sounds of words that are spoken 

Merely flirting with the truth 

But we never find it 

Never can we put the finger on it 

Under a bad moon 

We try to figure out 

Which way to fall In this masquerading boat 

You've got to wonder 

Why most of us 

Choose to stay