The White Birch - Small Hours lyrics

Still flows The river Down, way Down by the Scrap yards In spirals No one Knew what would­ There she goes ... help me Her face down low ... reach out Dark and ... make me Closed, she knows ... come up for air A place to hide ... hold me We follow her ... cry out Through till ... wake me Morning, don't ... l can't stay here You know? Swallow And walk on Chase the Beat of her Heart racing ... help me We follow her ... reach out I don't ... make me Know ... come up for air For the life of me ... hold me And the spiral woe ... cry out How she ... take me Goes forth ... out of here