Scars on your body from the fights you fought When you stood alone with your back against the wall Sadness is remaining from the wounds you suffered In the times you thought you could take on all
Our live is just an endless fight No matter who wins The River takes us all The waters engulf our souls with cold embrace One last breath and The River takes us home
Ain't no use to cry my friend Live is born and live will end As the old one dies, the baby lives The River takes and The River gives
Clothes and faces, scars and other traces The deeper they sink the less is shown to me More and more they turn to faceless shapes They can not tell the things their dead eyes see
Rich men, poor men, old men, young men Kings and heroes, beggars and the fools See them sinking as I watch The River Slowly going down obeying life's last ruleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
