The River from Funny Language by Funny Language

River’s rising round the corner,
Marks the birthdays on the wall,
Curls you up in time for winter,
Soothes you like a southern drawl.

Fallin’ fast asleep,
Driftin’ far too deep.

You’ve got to separate,
And put yourself together,
‘Cause there’s a cold floor,
Before you get to that shower,
You’re in a warm bed,
It’s what you know,
But what you don’t,
Is gonna show.

Are you tempted by the summer?
Kitchen’s cookin’ on its own,
Ivy’s climbin’ up the chapel,
Shake the sugar before it’s stone,

Fallin’ fast asleep,
Driftin’ far too deep,
Read your story loud,
Flee the roaring crowd.

You gotta separate,
And put yourself together,
‘Cause there’s a cold floor,
Before you get to that shower,
You’re in a warm bed,
It’s what you know,
But what you don’t,
Is gonna show.

Shake it up,
You’ve got plenty, You’ve got plenty to lose.

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