Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The River, artist - Kill the Vultures. Date of issue: 22.10.2015
Song language: English
The River |
| Flash of the cold chill in the heart of a heat wave |
| Tension hangs thick enough to keep my crooked street paved |
| Haven’t worked in three nights/ ain’t slept for three days |
| There’s Freeway Jesus/ I wonder what would he say |
| Freeway Jesus, wonder what would he say |
| The price tag is prominent/ he’ll take whatever we pay |
| What’s behind the curtains/ uncertain but determined |
| To reveal the gears turning/ the machine behind the person |
| Pulled back the fabric/ head spun in a whirlwind |
| It was nothing but a white wall/ lightbulb and a serpent |
| Nothing but a white wall, lightbulb and a serpent |
| Nightfall despite y’all/ invite all the servants |
| Hello operator won’t you kindly call me Lazarus |
| Been dead a while now/ wonder what comes after this |
| Only see the light the few moments that the match is lit |
| I’ve heard about the other side/ this ain’t how I imagined it |
| Heard about the other side, this ain’t how I imagined it |
| Someone must’ve stole the best pages out the manuscript |
| Went down to the river/ to wade in the water |
| Wade in the water/ and come back to life |
| But when I got down/ got down to the river |
| Was nothing but puddles/ river ran dry |
| The faded photographs taped to the monolithic street posts |
| Remind us of the ghosts that we held dear but couldn’t keep close |
| And now they watch us blankly/ but each one at least hopes |
| If their picture fell we could still see 'em here like these folks (Repeat 3x) |
| For now we’ve got to let them rise and fly away like sweet smoke |
| The woman upstairs is giving birth inside the bathtub |
| She’s calling on her maker/ his hotline must be backed up |
| We knew there would be blood/ never guessed it would be that much |
| That’s the second time we lost our harvest to the flash flood |
| Lost all my faith but at least I never had much |
| Went down to the river/ to wade in the water |
| Wade in the water/ and come back to life |
| But when I got down/ got down to the river |
| Was nothing but puddles, the river ran dry |
| I only see the light the few moments that the match is lit |
| Heard about the other side/ this ain’t how I imagined it |