She laid her thoughts out on the table
With sorrow difficult and bright
She had decided to sever her ties
As the horizon burned, she turned
The wind combed through her hair like high notes
Tinkling furrows across the sky
There would be tears, flowers, long shadows
Before they push you under
She held herself up at the high point
A joining of decision and dismay
Before they push you under
Away, away, you let it go
Cold into the current, there she goes
Cold into the current, there she goes
Cold into the current, there she goes
Cold into the current, there she goes
The way it is, the way it goes,
The way it gets you down, you know
The way it is, the way it goes
Before they push you under, you know
Away, away, you let it go
Before they pushed you under the ground
Away, away, you let it go