There's a place where
All the eyes roll back and the thistle grows
Where the rain stops
When you want it to and the whales don't dieIt's a place where
All the walls will sleep and the crow saves lives
There are no graveyards
And all the water's warm and the cripples flyChoose your words carefully
They might be your last
Choose your words carefully
They might be your lastThen a boy came
With the blackest thumb and he just cried wolf
A panicked witness
With his eyes so wide might just recognizeChoose your words carefully
They might be your last
Choose your words carefully
They might be your lastLet me out, push me down the blackest river
And I won't complain at all
Let me out, push me down the blackest river
And I won't complain at allLet me out, push me down the blackest river
And I won't complain at all
Let me out, push me down the blackest river
And I won't complain at all