| The River | |
| Yet another morning | |
| that feels like this | |
| Yet another life's bitter kiss | |
| It has been like this for I don't know how long | |
| I only know that at some point | |
| it all went wrong | |
| I don't remember much from last night | |
| but still far more than I would like to | |
| I'm floating downstream that damned river again | |
| What can I do now except continue | |
| and open a bottle once more | |
| What can I do now except see this through | |
| and float with the stream, off the shore | |
| - see where the river will take me | |
| When I needed you, you weren't there | |
| now I need booze like I need the air that I breathe | |
| With each drink I'm drifting further away from your world | |
| the further off I get the harder it will be to return | |
| It has been like this for I don't know how long | |
| I only know that at some point | |
| it all went wrong | |
| Floating downstream that damned river again | |
| The river that's distilled from premium grain | |
| What can I do now except continue | |
| and open a bottle once more | |
| What can I do now except see this through | |
| and float with the stream, off the shore | |
| - see where the river will take me | |
| - see where the river will take me |