In powerful rain, they laid their heads to die.
Let your dark, thirsty eyes drink deep the sights of me.
It's sad that, in our blindness,
We gather thorns for flowers.
Your river holds a feast of danger.
The suffering you have had to bear.
I'd die for that moment one more time.
The loved one falls below your ideals.
Pleasure too safely enjoyed lacks zest.
The brave lick their sickening lips.
Rigid, handsome and a poet.
A king in his passionate castle.
Dear god, show me.
Take your own.
Your kin, piled thick around you.
Lyrics submitted by MonkeysLikePeanuts
"Your River" as written by Adrian Jackson Aaron Stainthorpe
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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