Misanthrope River - Christian Kjellvander

I went walking through the country

No longer there

I went walking along thin lines

Between people and their share

A thin line

Yours and mine

I picked up a handful of dirt

Like a fistful of god’s own cash

Threw it up in the air

Felt it trickle down my back

A thin line

Yours and mine

Don’t bury me

With these strangers

'Cause you see my love

They made me lose hope

When it’s my turn

Take me down to the river

And let me go