Fill your pockets full of river stones 
For us, deep beneath the soul 
On your stockings a songbird sang 
Alone, all alone 
Oh, these things that hold onto me 
Drag my feet across the sky 
Oh, these things they don’t belong to me 
This time, oh this time 
Baby, it’s time to go 
To that house down by the lake 
Baby, it’s time to go 
To that house down by the lake 
A beauty all by herself 
Just floating peacefully 
Death had forgotten her 
Like she’s, she’s forgotten me