There's a hole in the river where my auntie lies. From the land of the living to the air and sky. Left her car by the river left her shoes beside. Through the thorns and the bushes I hope she was.... Dreaming of glory. Miles above the mountains and plains. Free at last. We were touched by a cold wind my father and I. The sound of desperate breathing her fear inside us all. She was coming to see him but something changed her mind. Drove her down to the river. There is no return. There's a hole in the river where a memory lies. From the land of the living to the air and sky. She was coming to see him. But something changed her mind. Drove her down to the river. There is no return.