Siren Echo Valley (Part 1) - Grand Archives

Look down on the river

Where the flood’s sure to rise

There in the window

Turning down all the lights

And the winter, in my hand

Worn skin, black to the bone

One day these parts held no haunts

None we’d ever know

Some place in a stairwell

You don’t stare anymore

No more fears of a small town

Too small to be on your own

But I know that you’ll be there

Waiting for my surprise

There in the window

Where the flood surely will rise