Moving down the water

John is drifting out of sight,

It's only at the turning point

That you find out how to fight.



In the cold, feel the cold

all around

And the rush of crashing water

Surround me with its sound.



Striking out to reach you,

I can't get through to the other side.

When you're racing in the rapids

There's only one way, that's to ride.



Taken down, taken down

by the undertow

And I'm spiralled down the river bed,

My fire is burning low.



Catching hold of a rock that's firm,

I'm waiting for John to be carried past.

We hold together and shoot the rapids fast.



And when the waters slow down

The dark and the deep

have no-one left to keep.

Hang on John! We're out of this at last.

Something's changed, that's not your face.

It's mine