To The River

Long ago the clouds were brighter 
We rode on spanks 
And darkness became a good friend 
When doubts, thiefs of colours 
Piled up again 
The rooms were strange 
They seemed to be aware of my fear 

Who was breaking in my mind to kill me 
Who came along to take me away (to the river) 

Now we're sitting here 
Bowed like beggars 
The clouds are low 
We still wonder who payed the caravans 
To the strange rooms 

Who is breaking in my mind to kill me 
Who comes along to drag me to the river