Thrill - Future Islands

Blue water

Black bible

Old river

Come quietly

Just asking

A glass of water

They don't know me

Don't try me

Nobody gonna pick me up

I'm falling down

And I'm 5th Street Bound

Now nobody wanna fill me up

I've fallen down

None of my friends around

Seen it on the news

Looked like me and you

Did they hear me calling?

Blue water

Black rider

Keep on rolling

Keep on riding

Old silver

Old Tar River

Keep running

Black water

Old river

That old Tar River

Just keeps rising

Inside me

Nobody gonna pick me up

I'm falling down

And I'm 5th Street Bound

Seen it on the news

Some never seem to lose

They say, the rest are fallen

I seen it on the news

It wasn't mine to lose

Do they hear me calling?

(Heavy this leans inside me)

Keep Rising

(The river seethes)

(Parting the ground beneath me)

Keep Rising

(Just like the sea)

Oh, Tar River

(Watching it washing over)

Tar River

(The broken reeds)

It grows inside me

(Gambling the rushing water)

Keeps on running (Over me)

Keeps rising (Over me)

Keeps rising (Over me)

(Over me)

Keeps rising

Keep rising