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What good is a used up world and how could it be worth having, i looked out across the river today
in the falling light of a northern sun
one to teach which way the cold wind blows
I looked out across the river today, they only get better one by one, all this time the river flowed
saw the sad shire horses walking home in the sodium light
And their empire crumbles till all that was left, i d take a boat from the river

they only get better one by one
One to teach which way the cold wind blows, endlessly to the sea Sting, saw the sad shire horses walking home in the sodium light
two priests came round our house tonight
To offer prayers for the dying to serve the final rite, and i d bury the old man
One to teach which way the cold wind blows, all this time the river flowed This, but the stone gods did not make a sound
they prayed to their gods

Two priests on the ferry, october geese on a cold winter s night Time, october geese on a cold winter s night
men go crazy in congregations
If i had my way, and fussing and flapping in priestly black like a murder of crows
if i had my way
men go crazy in congregations
If i had my way, what good is a used up world and how could it be worth having

Endlessly like a silent tear, if i had my way, as these words were spoken i swear i hear the old man laughing
and i d bury the old man
If i had my way, men go crazy in congregations All, teachers told the romans built this place
As these words were spoken i swear i hear the old man laughing, all this time the river flowed, all this time the river flowed
All this time the river flowed, if i had my way
if i had my way

Two priests on the ferry, endlessly like a silent tear
better to be poor than be a fat man in the eye of the needle
Men go crazy in congregations, if i had my way
What good is a used up world and how could it be worth having, take a boat from the river
All this time the river flowed, they only get better one by one
Men go crazy in congregations, and fussing and flapping in priestly black like a murder of crows

All this time the river flowed, all this time the river flowed, but the stone gods did not make a sound