Deadwood Lake - ...And We Will Float Until the End

We are cast into this water as the journey begins.
Swept away by the current on a life-long descent.
Unaware of what lies ahead, we drift away.
Unaware of what lies ahead, we drift away.

Through the blackened woods and across the glorious plains.
Around the colossal stones that define the way.
Unaware of what lies beyond, we drift away.
Unaware of what lies beyond, we drift away.

Come rapids, come waterfall, come what may.
We will rise and we will float until the end of our days.
Come high-water, come low, come what may.
We will rise and we will float until the end of our days.

Submerged into the depths, unable to take a breath.
The light is fading fast, sinking towards your death.

When you are pulled beneath by the current,
hold your breath and aim for the surface.

From the source to the sea lies this grand winding stream.
Into which many lives seep, raising the levels once more.
Unaware of what lies ahead, we drift away.
Unaware of what lies ahead, we drift away.

At the scene where two rivers meet, they weave passionately.
They join together at last; cascading.
Unaware of what lies beyond, we drift away.
Unaware of what lies beyond, we drift away.

Come rapids, come waterfall, come what may.
We will rise and we will float until the end of our days.
Come high-water, come low, come what may.
We will rise and we will float until the end of our days.

We pass through the mouth of death
and congregate in the ocean’s abyss.
Whatever course your river takes,
the destination is the same.