An entanglement of weeds, Kept your hand from me, So I slipped into the heath.
And you fell back on the heath, Trampled under feet, And then slided into sleep.
And the mud got in my eyes, As I watched you change in size, The river sneaks and hides.
With my dear friend out of sight, The water took me right, I'm running out of fight.
Fold me blanket for some sleep, I contemplate the deep, Water held me in its teeth.
And the path the river makes, Swivels moves and snakes, Keeping everything it takes.
And I don't know where I am, Don't recognize the land, Grabbing up with empty hands.
How can this be? It's not the proper end for me, Tell my mother you were scared, And know you're ill-prepared, Taking blame I couldn't bare.
And the water standing red, Bleeding from the head, I'm as good as dead.
And the river wide and still, Grown hungry by the kill, That is waiting now until.
Please won't someone see, How can this be the end for me? I'm know I'm falling underneath, Rapids grabbing out to me, It's impossible to breathe, It's impossible to breathe.
I'm not ready, Please release me, Won't you please set me free, Won't you please set me free.
So here lies David Selves, At just the age of twelve, Tried to say his friend and fell.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
