Dominique Curry

A later splash. An ocean of sand.

“Rivers will flow.
Washing the blood from your hands,
They’ll take you home.
Rivers will flow.
Washing the blood from your hands…
They’ll take you home…
Home…
Oh, Rivers; they’ll flow.
Rivers they’ll flow.
They’ll take you home.
(They’ll take you home…)

Rivers will flow.
(Rivers will flow.)
Washing the blood from your hands,
They’ll take you home.
Rivers will flow.
(Rivers will flow.)
Washing the blood from your hands…
They’ll take you…”