Thrill - Future Islands
Lyrics by：Gerrit Welmers/Michael Lowry/Samuel T. Herring/William Cashion
Composed by：Gerrit Welmers/Michael Lowry/Samuel T. Herring/William Cashion
Blue water
Black bible
Old river
Come quietly
Just asking
A glass of water
They don't know me
Don't try me
Nobody gonna pick me up
I'm falling down
And I'm 5th Street Bound
Now nobody wanna fill me up
I've fallen down
None of my friends around
Seen it on the news
Looked like me and you
Did they hear me calling
Blue water
Black rider
Keep on rolling
Keep on riding
Old silver
Old Tar River
Keep running
Black water
Old river
That old Tar River
Just keeps rising
Inside me
Nobody gonna pick me up
I'm falling down
And I'm 5th Street Bound
Seen it on the news
Some never seem to lose
They say the rest are fallen
I seen it on the news
It wasn't mine to lose
Do they hear me calling
Keep rising
The river seethes
Parting the ground
Keep rising
Just like the sea
Oh Tar River
Watching it washing over
Tar River
The broken reeds
It grows inside me
Gambling the rushing water
Keeps rising over me
Keeps rising over me
Keeps rising
Over me
Over me
Keeps rising
Keep rising
