Well if this gets ugly, I’d swear this ain’t our last chance.
The vultures that circle my head are flying alongside.
The world’s turning…

I let somebody get under my skin,
Long distance losing is all that I’ve seen,
Now there’s a river,
Now there’s a river.

Nothing can save me, my reserve betrayed me, here come the hurricanes.
I’m burning to get there, the middle of nowhere, storm warnings flicker while,
The world’s turning…

I let somebody get under my skin,
Long distance losing is all that I’ve seen,
Now there’s a river,
Now there’s a river.

I let somebody get under my skin,
Long distance losing is all that I’ve seen,
Now there’s a river,
Now there’s a river.