My shadow covers and drains the color from the grass

I'll end a diving bird into the glass

Sit with the spiders hiding out in me

Light is only cast through burning

So let the vipers come

I know what I belong to

Stumble when I speak

The mouth of the river does it for me

Beautiful and singing low

Some kind of magic

Quietly makes itself known

Can't shake the feeling that this might

Matter more than we can tell

Falling drops

Small ripples that never stop

So let the vipers come

I know what I belong to

Stumble when I spеak

The mouth of the river doеs it for me