On Dark Rivers

On dark rivers we float Never to meet the releasing sea Our souls hide Deep inside our bodies We got to feed our dreams Nurse our dreams Sounds of words that are spoken Merely flirting with the truth But we never find it Never can we put the finger on it Under a bad moon We try to figure out Which way to fall In this masquerading boat You've got to wonder Why most of us Choose to stay --- On Dark Rivers - Spiritual Beggars