Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies
By the muddy bank he stood with bloody hands and ruined suit
Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies
His reflection locked and murky is not the prince in her fairy story
Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies
For in amongst the weeds and lilies is clasped a ring inscribed forever
Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies
A cotton shirt with a scent like summer is buried in the earth forever
Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies
A strand of blonde so pale and gentle, swallowed by the black forever
Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies
Hands are held in passing water, the crimson slick disperses further
Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies
No reflection, nothing more, just trodden grass by a silent shore