My shadow covers and drains the color from the grass
I'll end a diving bird into the glass
Sit with the spiders hiding out in me
Light is only cast through burning
So let the vipers come
I know what I belong to
Stumble when I speak
The mouth of the river does it for me
Beautiful and singing low
Some kind of magic
Quietly makes itself known
Can't shake the feeling that this might
Matter more than we can tell
Falling drops
Small ripples that never stop
So let the vipers come
I know what I belong to
Stumble when I speak
The mouth of the river does it for me