The Trouble with River Cities

Float like a sparrow

T-top camaro

Is the wind done blowin you down?

Do you need oxygen

Do you need out of your room

Are we waiting on a hot air balloon?

At times when you tremble

You seem to resemble

A window that stayed open too long

And your old crown of thorns

He knocks at your door

And you trade places with the shadows on the floor

There will be hells to pay

For all we forgot to say

or criss-crossed up some mixed up love

And yeah there's an undertow

But it ain't got me

It comes through the ceiling

It is listening through the wall

And it's waiting in the empty hall.

Well reach for your branch

In your avalanche cause it might be your walking stick home

There will be hells to pay

For all we forgot to say

or criss-crossed up some mixed up love

And yeah there's an undertow

But it ain't got me

I know I know

It's the trouble with river cities

I know I know...

That's the trouble with river cities