| Song | Icy River |
| Artist | Lost in the Trees |
| Album | A Church That Fits Our Needs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Icy river | |
| Put your arms around my mother | |
| I burned her body in the furnace | |
| Till all that’s 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 put her body | |
| In the river | |
| I don’t care what happens tomorrow | |
| Don’t care what happens tomorrow | |
| Left in the 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 put her body | |
| In the river | |
| She led me to the woods | |
| 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 put her body | |
| In the river |
| Icy river | |
| Put your arms around my mother | |
| I burned her body in the furnace | |
| Till all that' s left was her glory | |
| Don' t you ever dare think she was weakhearted | |
| She led me to the woods where our church was started | |
| Like a ribbon of silver | |
| I put her body | |
| In the river | |
| I don' t care what happens tomorrow | |
| Don' t care what happens tomorrow | |
| Left in the pile behind the shed to rot | |
| And I put you in my painting every single time | |
| Don' t you ever dare think she was weakhearted | |
| She led me to the woods where our church was started | |
| Like a ribbon of silver | |
| I put her body | |
| In the river | |
| She led me to the woods | |
| Don' t you ever dare think she was weakhearted | |
| She led me to the woods where our church was started | |
| Like a ribbon of silver | |
| I put her body | |
| In the river |
| Icy river | |
| Put your arms around my mother | |
| I burned her body in the furnace | |
| Till all that' s left was her glory | |
| Don' t you ever dare think she was weakhearted | |
| She led me to the woods where our church was started | |
| Like a ribbon of silver | |
| I put her body | |
| In the river | |
| I don' t care what happens tomorrow | |
| Don' t care what happens tomorrow | |
| Left in the pile behind the shed to rot | |
| And I put you in my painting every single time | |
| Don' t you ever dare think she was weakhearted | |
| She led me to the woods where our church was started | |
| Like a ribbon of silver | |
| I put her body | |
| In the river | |
| She led me to the woods | |
| Don' t you ever dare think she was weakhearted | |
| She led me to the woods where our church was started | |
| Like a ribbon of silver | |
| I put her body | |
| In the river |