My boots are heavy on the wood
I walked as far as any could
The river water runs a grey
It steals the gold from every day
I carry light inside my hand
To find a way to solid land
The mist is thick the air is cold
A story that the currents hold
I left the lamp upon the shore
I cannot keep the watch no more
The iron rails are red with rust
The old salt air is thick with dust
I see a shape across the bend
A lonely road that has no end
You stand there like a ghost in white
A flicker in the dying light
I carry light inside my hand
To find a way to solid land
The mist is thick the air is cold
A story that the currents hold
The river pulls the heavy stone
I spent my winters all alone
The fog is hiding every street
Where two tired strangers finally meet
I reach for you with shaking skin
The river wind is rushing in
We stand together on the beam
Two sailors drifting in a stream
I carry light inside my hand
To find a way to solid land
The mist is thick the air is cold
A story that the currents hold
The light is low The river slow
Ooh, ooh.
