Lyrics
All the hidden little things
are my eyes getting weaker
they could never take you in
I could not discern the speaker
I will be obscured in the land
my blood will not flow from your hands
ok go tell your fucking river
go tell it on the mountain
the sad days are gone
over faster than a sleeper
if I get closer to the storm
will it take me somewhere deeper
I will be obscured in the land
my blood will not flow from your hands
ok go tell your fucking river
go tell it on the mountain
tell it on the mountain
CECILE MEYER
MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, Peermusic Publishing