With the grace of a corpse
In a riptide,
I let go
And I slide, slide, slide
Downriver
With an empty case
By my side
An empty case
That's my crime
And I sing (Say, valley maker!)
To keep from cursing
And I sing (Say, valley maker!)
To keep from cursing
River old, river end
River old, river end
River gone, river bend
Take me to the sweet valley
Where your heart bloom, bloom, blooms
Take me to the sweet valley
Where your heart is covered with dew
And when the river dries
Will ya bury me in wood?
And where the river dries
Will ya bury me in stone?
And I never realized death is what it meant
to make it on my own
Cuz there is no love,
Where there is no obstacle
And there is no love
Where there is no bramble
And there is no love
On the hacked-away plateau
And there is no love
In the unerring
And there is no love
On the one true path
Well, I cantered out here,
Now I'm galloping back
So bury me in wood, and I will splinter
Bury me in stone, and I will quake
Bury me in water, and I will geyser
Bury me in fire, and I'm gonna phoenix
I'm gonna phoenix