Down Past the Boatyard

We were growing so sure
What we were never meant to know
And the days just seemed so short
We were summoned to our beds
As the winter crept instead
We were never so alone

In the summer that we shared
As the mining towns drew breath
There was caution on the wind
As the blossom fell from trees
Like confetti in the breeze
There were grazes on our skin

And at the edge of the riverbank
That's where they found her
The water washed her feet

All the family silver
And the furniture you owned
Meant that you had been nowhere
As the symphony did play
The procession made its way
And every preacher made you hard

As we went in search of shores
We were never meant to own
We were growing so forlorn
There is gravel underfoot
And above the viaduct
Throws a shadow where she lay

And at the edge of the riverbank
That's where they found her
The water washed her feet
And as the morning fog descends
Upon a frozen field
There's dirt beneath her nails

He swore he never put his hands
He swore he never put his hands on her
He never put his hands
He swore he never put his hands on her
He never put his hands
He swore he never put his hands on her
He never put his hands
He swore he never put his hands on her