The Angry River (True Detective / Настоящий детектив)

Текст песни S.I. Istwa & Father John Misty - The Angry River (True Detective / Настоящий детектив)

The emptiness that we confess
In the dimmest hour of day
In a time of doubt they make a sound
Like the low sad moan of prey
The bitter taste, the hidden face
Of the lost forgotten child
The darkest need, the slowest speed
The dead unreconciled

These photographs mean nothing
To the poison that they take
Before a moment's glory
The light begins to fade
The awful cost of all we've lost
As we looked the other way
We've paid the price of this cruel device
'Til we've nothing left to pay

The river goes where the current flows
The light we must destroy
The fates conspire to set a fire
On the methods we employ
These dead men walk on water
Cold blood runs through their veins
The angry river rises
As we step into the rain

These photographs mean nothing
To the poison that they take

The angry river rises