When I found you by the river, you were crying
So I carried your weak body to the wash
And I held you down until I felt you dying
Then I buried you along the growing moss
I found a stone to place upon the mountain
Of mud and silt and skin that I just made
Then I took off both my shoes and dug my feet in
And my footsteps followed me home from your grave
An engine screams above me and I cry
Its whistle drug a dagger through the night
When the police find what remains of your body
They'll follow the short path to my front door
When the police find what remains of your body
I'll meet you where the world can't hurt no more