The River - Trap Kit

The river is flooded

The roads are all closed

It’s gonna be thick this year, with mosquitos

The grass is all grown over

The cars they have sat for years

No surprises, I am sitting here, thinking about you

On the last chapter of your life

It hurts so to see them sell your things

When I walked down the stairs

There was still water in the basement

Back behind the residence

The wind it did gently blow

Before we arrived it had been there singing for no one

On strings these things they would sing together

Behind an ampitheatre alley

If I were to close my eyes I could still hear them ringing

Ooh Ooh Ooh Yeah Ohh Yeah

Ooh Ooh Ooh Yeah Ohh Yeah

The river is flooded

The roads they are all closed

It’s gonna be thick this year