Lyrics
Icy River
Put your arms around my mother
I burned her body in the furnace
Till all that was left was her glory
Don't you ever dare
Think she was weak hearted
She led me to the woods
Where our church was started
Like a ribbon of silver
I poured her body in the river
I don't care what happens to my art
Left in a pile behind the shed to rot
And I put you in my painting every single time
Don't you ever dare think she was weak hearted
She led me to the woods where our church was started
Like a ribbon of silver I poured her body in the river
