Engineered by: Marc Frongillo and Collin McClutchy
Mixed by: Collin McClutchy
Mastered by: Steven Meara
Lyrics
Gone to the river
Can't seem to get clean
Gone to the river
In search of Godly things
Gone to the ocean
But the salt stings
Gone to the ocean
Oh we are a messy bunch
Bleeding from our hearts
From our souls
We can't seem to let go
Of our messy hands
Of our lack of self control
Gone to the mountains
In search of silver and gold
Gone to the mountains
Before we get too old
Gone to the graveyard
Goes our humanity
Gone to the graveyard
Oh we are a messy bunch
Bleeding from our hearts
From our souls
We can't seem to let go
Of our messy hands
Of our lack of self control
Gone are the flowers
The signs of spring
Gone are the flowers
We are a messy bunch
Bleeding from our hearts
From our souls
We can't seem to let go
Of our messy hands
Of our lack of self control