Look down on the river
Where the flood's sure to rise
There in the window
Turning down all the lights
And the winter, in my hand
Worn skin, black to the bone
One day these parts held no haunts
None we'd ever know
Some place in a stairwell
You don't stare anymore
No more fears of a small town
Too small to be on your own
But I know that you'll be there
Waiting for my surprise
There in the window
Where the flood surely will rise
