Flood, flood river
So full of
dead and pretty things
Flood, flood river
Full of
dead and pretty things

Can you see my grey lake glistening?
Through a darkness so complete
There is light that’s artificial
And the dead things sing so sweet

In the river water
A hundred sights unseen
When you tell me you don’t want her
And my heart has turned to green

Can you hear the goblins whistling?
Will you cry , beneath your sheets
Through the light that’s artificial
All the dead things sing so sweet

The dead men are pretending
Make believe and please don’t scream
The dead things are so pretty
Lifeless mermen laugh at me

Flood, flood river