Hold your breath and cross the river
Twice the broom fell, you hear your mother
Someone is surely to come

Holding your breath across the river
Twice the broom fell, you hear your mother
Someone is surely to come

Longer and longer at the bridge
The blue in your face, the tunnel of your eyes
The acorn on a ledge
Try to keep back the old guards
All voices of rage, all voices of thunder
All voices

Just holding your breath across the river
Twice the broom fell, you see your mother
Someone is surely to come
Someone is surely to come
The aperture of your eyes
Further and further and dark
Like tunnels
Dying for want of air
The trees doesn't look the same
It used to never change
And then it does

Use your passport to these times
And then one day you just never return
Holding your breath
Holding your across the river
Someone is surely to come