indie folk Icy River by Lost in the Trees from album A Church That Fits Our Needs
Duration : 4 minutes & 24 seconds.
Listener : 8774 peoples.
Played : 35324 times and counting.
Icy river
Put your arms around my mother
I burned her body in the furnace
Till all that was left was her glory
Don't you ever dare
Think she was weak hearted
She led me to the woods
Where our church was started
Like a ribbon of silver
I poured her body in the river
I don't care what happens to my art
Don't care what happens to my art
Left in a pile behind the shed to rot
Don't you ever dare
Think she was weak hearted
She led me to the woods
Where our church was started
Like a ribbon of silver
I poured her body in the river
Don't you ever dare
Think she was weak hearted
She led me to the woods
Where our church was started
Like a ribbon of silver
