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Lost In The Trees - A Church That Fits Our Needs Icy River

Contributors

  • ISRC:USEP41135005
  • Recorded:2011 North Carolina
  •  ©2012 Anti, Inc.
  • Vocals, Guitars, Harp, Percussion, Piano, Baritone:Ari Picker
  • Cello:Andrew Anagnost
  • Vocals, Horn, Trumpet, Piano, Harp, Bells:Emma Nadeau
  • Violin:Jenavieve Varga
  • Cello:Leah Gibson
  • Tuba, Bass, Piano, Harp, Bells:Mark Daumen

Lyrics

Icy River

Put your arms around my mother

I burned her body in the furnace

Till all that was left was her glory

Don't you ever dare

Think she was weak hearted

She led me to the woods

Where our church was started

Like a ribbon of silver

I poured her body in the river

I don't care what happens to my art

Left in a pile behind the shed to rot

And I put you in my painting every single time

Don't you ever dare think she was weak hearted

She led me to the woods where our church was started

Like a ribbon of silver I poured her body in the river