Из альбома: Rarities, B-Sides and Slow, Sad Waltzes
I'm going to find me a dying river
and strike a deal with her I'll say
"I'll fold you in two and I'll carry you away
to a place where your headwaters will flow
clean through to your mouth"
in return I'll request a small sanctuary
by her banks where we will live
with our small family
she will water our garden
and clean the dirt from our skin
While the word clamours at our door
we will dance and not let them in
and if one day we wake up to a bed dry as a bone
find our river stolen, find our sanctuary gone
we will stand and take stock and be grateful
for what we've not lost
we will pack up our bags, pack our small family
head across the valley to where the aspen trees
shiver as they ascend-
the green hills rising to blue
at the edge of the shopping we will turn
and bid fond