River Ritual Heavy Hail
When you wake up
And feel everything is over;
Here are sweet teardrops for breakfast
And even a glass of milk looks black
In this 2x100 relay
I'm not ready to pick up the baton
How sweet another road accident would be
Together on the southern highway
They whisper my name, I have to go there;
I wear worn-out stripes like a contrail
This isn't the sound of heavy hail;
These are the knocks of passing souls
When you run out of time
And feel this is the last time
You're embracing your best friend
A father, a son and a holy ghost
My real being is that of a tyke
So fragile, unstitched percale
This isn't the sound of heavy hail
These are the beaks of the masked shrikes
In this 2x100 relay
I'm not ready to pick up the baton
This isn't the sound of heavy hail
These are the knocks of passing souls
We wanted to have another road accident
Together on the southern highway
This isn't the sound of heavy hail
This isn't the sound of heavy hail
Hail
Hail