"The River"

(written by Tanya Donelly)

Lose your war

And we can stay out all night

Lose your keys

And we can't go home

In a little time, in a little gin

We can touch hands again

Lose your head

Lose your warhead

Wrote a song for a room I left long ago

It was my hole

It was my hell

Now the girl that lives there

She's an exotic, a drunk

Leaves her clothes off, when it

Rains, run to the river

She carry me

She run me

All the way down

To the floor

Where it's warm

And dirty like a river

Dirty like a river

My hole, hell

Carry me

No, run me

All the way down

To the river

All I want is to be worthy of my hands

But she's got plans, dirty like a river

(You can't) run me down

(You can't) run me down

Run me down

Lose it

Lose your war