Black River

Eric Taylor

So the future is the sea approaching the land
In a cloudy afternoon
Surrounded by friends
Some strangers and you


So the future is your face turning into mine
In this decaying faceless world
Surrounded by friends
That don´t hear your words


Where everybody has no name
And everybody dies alone


So the future is the wind blowing cold
It blows down your town made of cards
It´s such a lovely day
Such a sky full of stars


Still everybody has no name
Everybody dies alone

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