Riverman from Sleeping Mind by Leigham Fitzpatrick

Walls of every colour
in a house on a hill full of must
Why did I go there
I just didn't care
But it was there I met a riverman
clogged with leaves and dusty
It was there I met the Riverman
clogged with memories and lust

And the Riverman
he sang a tune
put my alarms to sleep
The Riverman
he played a game
till I walked in his river too deep
Too deep

As I walked my feet were caught
I could not run or hide
His filthy water filling em up
till I couldn't breath at night
He washed away all the branches
the rocks big and small
So I couldn't get away from the Riverman
even when I grew tall

Now everywhere I run
his river runs with me
I might not see his face anymore
but his footsteps follow me
Follow me

Walls of every colour
in a house on a hill full of must
Why did I go there
I thought he was my friend
Yes, I thought he was my friend

Now everywhere I run
his river runs with me
I might not see his face anymore
but his footsteps follow me
Follow me

• Acoustic
• Alternative
• blues
• folk
• singer-songwriter
• New Zealand