Lirieke: Tom McRae. The Alphabet Of Hurricanes. Told My Troubles To The River.

I feed on fire and confusion
Of this crime I?ll rid my soul
Gonna slide on down to the river
Gonna tell her all

So I told my troubles to the river
And I tossed them in the deep
And I washed my hands in the river
But the river brings more trouble to me

I told my troubles to the river
She shared them with the seas
She returned them to me doubled
The river holds no offer of peace
I can wash this blood from my fingers
I can wash this stain from my soul
But I can?t wash out your memories
The river returns them all.

I told my troubles to the river
She shared them with the deep
Yeah I told my troubles to the river
But the river brings them back to me
Yeah the river brings them back to me