Long ago the clouds were brighter We rode on spanks And darkness became a good friend When doubts, thieves of colours Piled up again The rooms were strange They seemed to be aware of my fear Who was breaking in my mind to kill me Who came along to take me away to the river Now were sitting here Bowed like beggars The clouds are low We still wonder who payed the caravans To the strange rooms Who is breaking in my mind to kill me Who comes along to drag me to the river
strange, breaking, spank, along, river