Some saints have fallen from on high

Through cold stained glass

The fire's calling

Crawling down the burning match.

Gold fires

The wicked bells they crash

No grave

To save me from my haunted past.

Hey man, I know where the river goes

Hey man, you will reap what you sow.

You can't find a way to take your heart

And make it fly away

So you can live another day without this pain

Better to've loved and lost

Than to never've loved at all

That's what they say

A black heart is gonna pay for what's it's done.

Way down

Upon the cold, cold ground

Come down

The water's raging out.

Hey man, I know where the river goes

Hey man, you will reap what you sow.

Hey man, I know where the river goes

Hey man, you will reap what you sow.

Hey man, I know where the river goes.