I'm Sitting Here

Im sitting here Beside the river, and it's cold I sit here By the waters edge and I am cold It's ebony black and it's moving Two lamps reflect in the river And when I squint my tired eyes Two amber eyes stare back at me Staring back at me I feel like there's someone in the river Staring back at me Someone so cold So I look from the eyes staring back at me To the ebony river, slow moving And it looks so, so cold I feel cold, my fingers are tingling My toes are quivering My Soul is diminishing....I think It's hard to think now With those two amber eyes staring back at me They stare back at me And as the ebony black river moves slowly by It calls me It beckons me And it makes me feel so cold I feel so cold ....I'm sitting here Beside the river, and it's cold I sit here By the waters edge and I am cold.