"Red River Dry" lyrics

Red river, dry
Red river, going by
And the rhythm died
And the current multiplied

And the drama of the leaflets by the door
Salvation metaphors
To believe in sides
Which one is right?

And the waiting of the many for the train
Or white copper planes
To believe the weightless wait behind the door of
Salvation metaphors

And the river dried
Up a family line
And the rhythm slowed
To review its tone

And the pain passed down
Like a pebble thrown
Through a pinhole cup
Passed down the line

Red river, dry
Red river, dry
Red river, dry