Icy river Put your arms around my mother I burned her body in the furnace Till all that was left was her glory Don't you ever dare Think she was weak hearted She led me to the woods Where our church was started Like a ribbon of silver I poured her body in the river I don't care what happens to my art Don't care what happens to my art Left in a pile behind the shed to rot Don't you ever dare Think she was weak hearted She led me to the woods Where our church was started Like a ribbon of silver I poured her body in the river Don't you ever dare Think she was weak hearted She led me to the woods Where our church was started Like a ribbon of silver