Burials - White River Lyrics


a wall of ice glistening

its round contours curve

shimmering in the sun

between fields of soft white

it guides the water

rushing and roaring over rock

the torrent bursting until the edge

where there’s no choice but to fall

from below comes vapor

a cloud of liquid dust

rising up to meet us

from the canyon of frost beneath

it coats our fabric and flesh

penetrating to bone