The River-The Darcys
Trees stood like knives
And claimed us for their own
I’m sold down the river
Before I knew I have enough
Before I knew I sink deeper
Than where you’ll stop
But I look up until I lose the light
Are you, are you reaching out
Are you, are you reaching
Stop
I’m lost in a dark row of trees
In the evening’s red
A cold silence
But I look up until I lose the light
Stop
Stop
Stop
Are you, are you reaching out
Are you, are you reaching out
Are you, are you reaching
Stop....