Léger De Main

We put our hopes down our throats

and we never stopped to walk.

The day that we crawled,

waiting down the river,

it seemed it had gone,

well it seemed it had gone,

from this place.

So long is the road,

so dark is the night,

so cold is the ground.

I’ve put my hopes down our throats

and put it on a boat so it floats.

I thought it was a river,

I thought it was the sea.

But you’re gone.

So long is the road,

so dark is the night,

so cold is the ground.

Again.

Until we rot in a bed of roses.

Until we rot in a bed of love.