3 acessos
Singing, low and sweet,
A dirge as the water rose
To our hearts
And we float through a city
The stage is deserted and dark
Like trailing vines keep clinging
On and on
Nightswimming but the current's
Like a carousel unhinged
Firelight…are we gonna reach the scene
Of the crime, with all this evidence in hand?
Or will we just keep feeling our way
Down the river til we see til we see…
Just up ahead just up ahead just up ahead it's always…