The Decemberists

River run
And brother row
And the ease between us
The calm below
The rings, these twisted things,
cast off in the arms of those long low-aways
The lights, the river's striped,
and will we not belong to those long low laze
Surround us
Oh, drown us

A wailing whine, a Wendigo
A waltzing night
Oh bending road
Me, I couldn't sing,
caught in some long unseen long it all the sun
Here, we riverswim,
wash away the lime that seems to all in all been found
Surround me
Oh, drown me