Let the Water Take Me Home
Silent crows on the banks of the river
Pyres light the sky
Autumn breeze makes me shiver
Bodies floating by
Winter freeze conceals the bloodshed
Archaic churches burn
Sink down low, pretend I'm dead
Our heroes won't return
There's a quiet desperation
in this land of mine
With a touch of hesitation
I slowly fall in line
Downstream, in the cold black current
I'll follow, anywhere it takes me
Let the water take me home
I'll follow, no matter if it breaks me
I'll follow, let the water take me home
Eyeless men played with fire
Drifting side by side
Roaring noise of lost desires
Echoes far and wide
Autor(es): PER WIBERG
