Wasted River

In A River Dark And Cold
Where Shadows Upon Shadows
Stands In A Straight Line
We All Side By Side
Watching The Waste Of Our Lives
Silently Floating By
And All That Covers Me
That Embraces You
Squeezes The Life Out Of Us
Under The Moon High Above
And For For A Second or Two
I Wished It Just Would Die
There Is Not Enough Light
In This World As Bright
That Could Chase Away The Night
Nor The Everlasting Fright
That Makes Angels Fight