Lyrics The River of Time - Manning

Drifting down the river of Time (Colliding, arising)
Kaleidoscope of colour in the sublime (Churning, returning)
A hand that cuts the water like a knife (Slicing, enticing)
Staring through the ripples and the tide (Dancing, enhancing my sight)

Falling through the memories of Life
Holding onto images

It feeds on emotion
Demands our devotion
And sucks all our innocence dry

Underneath the current it waits (Smiling, beguiling)
Visions of my story in its wake (Recalling, enthralling)

Pressed out on a pin board, with a skewer to the Past
It points to all the people and the days that couldn't last
And every single 'photo', that is hung up there to see
Reminds me of my losses, the cost of my victories

Falling through the memories of Life
Holding onto images

It feeds on emotion
Demands our devotion
And sucks all our innocence dry

And I'm out of time
Standing on this window side
I draw the line
The only way is down, down, down, down

It feeds on emotion
Demands our devotion
And sucks all our innocence dry

Drifting down the river of Time (Colliding, arising)
Kaleidoscope of colour in the sublime (Churning, returning)
A hand that cuts the water like a knife (Slicing, enticing)
Staring through the ripples and the tide (Dancing, enhancing my sight)

Falling through the memories of Life
Holding onto images

It feeds on emotion
Demands our devotion
And sucks all our innocence dry