Hold your breath and cross the river Twice the broom fell, you hear your mother Someone is surely to come Holding your breath across the river Twice the broom fell, you hear your mother Someone is surely to come Longer and longer at the bridge The blue in your face, the tunnel of your eyes The acorn on a ledge Try to keep back the old guards All voices of rage, all voices of thunder All voices Just holding your breath across the river Twice the broom fell, you see your mother Someone is surely to come Someone is surely to come The aperture of your eyes Further and further and dark Like tunnels Dying for want of air The trees doesn't look the same It used to never change And then it does Use your passport to these times And then one day you just never return Holding your breath Holding your across the river Someone is surely to come