Оригинален текст
Fill your pockets full of river stones
For us, deep beneath the soul
On your stockings a songbird sang
Alone, all alone
Oh, these things that hold onto me
Drag my feet across the sky
Oh, these things they dont belong to me
This time, oh this time
Baby, its time to go
To that house down by the lake
Baby, its time to go
To that house down by the lake
A beauty all by herself
Just oating peacefully
Death had forgotten her
Like shes, shes forgotten me