Evening came, with broken bonesnAnd tired feet, found their way to the doorstepnBut nothing’s changed, still feel that stormnIf only I could control this tempernnBut now I’m tired,nNow I’m tirednNow I’m tirednNow I’m tirednnEveryone can stay herenEveryone can herenCos everyone’s afraidnEveryone’s afraidnEveryone’s afraidnEveryone’s afraidnEveryone.nnBut what if it all goes wrongnWhat if we were pretty much fucked all alongnWe’ll lay back down, and rest our headsnOn the quilted ground, of riverbedsnOf riverbedsnnLike rocks that we threw in the river nLike rocks that we threw in the rivernLike rocks that we threw in the rivernOh, like rocks, like rocks, like rocks that we.n