Some saints have fallen from on high Through cold stained glass 
The fire's calling Crawling down the burning match
Gold fires The wicked bells they crash
 No grave To save me from my haunted past

Hey man I know where the river goes Hey man You will reap what you sow
You can't find a way to take your heart And make it fly away
 So you can live another day without this pain
 Better to've loved and lost 
Than to never've loved at all
That's what they say black heart is gonna pay for what's its don
Way down Upon the cold, cold [bad word] down The water's raging out
Hey man I know where the river goes Hey man You will reap what you sow
Hey man I know where the river goes Hey man You will reap what you sow
Hey man I know where the river goes