Then, when you go down to the river
You'll see all the people
And the trees
And the birds
And the water

You'll see all the things
You'll see all the things that you will see at the river
And nothing more
and nothing less

And you'll see all the children
And you'll see all the dogs
And you'll see all the flowers and the grass

And you'll see everything

At the river

That you will see

At the river

And you'll see everything

In it's place

Right where it's supposed to be

 

 

 

 

Lyrics I'm working on:

 

And in came the funeral man, and he asked,
"Who's the dead one in here?"
And the people, they just kept sitting there
Like they didn't even care
One couldn't tell the person that had died
Was one that they had ever met in their lives,
Much less held them dear
The funeral man got uneasy and filled with fear
As he stared at the people sitting there,
Who strongly resembled corpses themselves
Each one was as lifeless and indifferent as everybody else
Present there.

 

 

Some more:

 

The doctors, now, they once peeked in
With their machines through my head at my brain
And all they came up with,
Was an optical illusion.
Maybe, now that I think about it,
Maybe it does explain,
Why everywhere I go,
I'm always filled with confusion.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0GErGfHjHQ0

you were asking for the link rite?