half mile from the riverside square wood building hard and white ill take water ill take night i will swim through snow and ice laid your story down on me forced inside the good belief now i only dream my words fly away like blackened birds oh i feel these lessons burn inside the person ive become edges curl and darken as i do what has been done cheek on floorboard hand in fire little sister dressed in white last day she was seen alive walking to the riverside we will never get to hide from it no matter how we run all things come to find us and well do what has been done have your holy ill have mine soil and birch and open sky all our stories some day go dust from air and earth from bone oh i hear the ancients calling that well know from where weve come there on that horizon we will see what has been done