Seventh Wonder - King Of Whitewater

Lyrics to King Of Whitewater by Seventh Wonder

Stay away from the dark river It's cold outside tonight And his name feels like a shiver down my spine Shut all the windows, ‘cause God knows Deep in the shadows of the moonlight Someone's watching us Filling our lungs with feelings unfelt When you spin around to a different sound It's the sound of the violent violin Written just to move you The song you're bound to It is making you blind Don't look behind A boy with music mainly on his mind is not hard to find A single note is all I need to fold him blind I am higher than the sky I want to fly Never felt so alive So, show me how to play and I'll surrender to you now I don't know why I wanna cry I'm so happy that I could die Show me how to play and I'll stay right here with you They are crystal clear The very last notes he will hear are the wailings from the king of the whitewater pouring in A mourning mother in her kitchen Lies crying on the floor Not knowing if it's real or fiction any more A lifetime she'd trade for just one more story on the side of his bed And when she's running through the shadows, a familiar melody is playing in her head When you spin around to a different sound It's the sound of the violent violin Written just to move you The song you're bound to It is making you blind Don't look behind A woman hurt with vengeance on her mind is not hard to find A single note is all I need to fold her blind I am higher than the sky I want to fly Never felt so alive So, show me how to play and I'll surrender to you now I don't know why I wanna cry I'm so happy that I could die Show me how to play and I'll stay right here with you They are crystal clear The very last notes she will hear are the wailings from a king of the water pouring in You are higher than the sky You want to fly Never felt so alive He'll show you how to play Make you surrender to him now You don't know why You wanna cry You're so happy that you could die He'll show you how to play Make you stay right there with him They are crystal clear The very last notes you will hear are the sad wailings from the king of the whitewater pouring in