Icy River - Lost In The Trees

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