On a mountain; in the desert
Where the spirits come to dwell
They are calling on the prophets
For a message they know well
And if you listen you may notice
There’s a whisper… there’s a hum
Could be a threat; maybe a promise
A shout of joy... A funeral drum…
Now the night is dark and dry
They’re floating down, rivers of rage
Smooth sailing
Down, down, down
Thunders echo in the sky
Shadows, impossible to trace
Smooth sailing
Down, down, down
In the cities of the living
They are all gathering tonight
In the dark they will be dancing. Praying
Until they greet the morning light
Now the night is dark and dry
They’re floating down, rivers of rage
Shadows, impossible to trace
In the desert; by the river
They’re floating down rivers of rage
At the center of the storm
Spirits gather to deliver
Shadows, impossible to trace
And so a new idea is born
It will spread throughout the valley
They’re floating down rivers of rage
Find its way across the plains
But who can tell what it’ll lead to…
Shadows, impossible to trace
…the consequences it contains…
Some are laughing with the angels
They’re floating on rivers of rage
Some are wrestling with the dead
Some are walking among strangers
Shadows, impossible to trace
Getting lost inside their head
Some are playing with the fire
But who’s a thief? Who is a liar?
Smooth sailing
Down, down, down
© depresleys, 2007