Moving down the water   John is drifting out of sight   It's only at the turning point   That you find out how you fight      In the cold, feel the cold   All around   And the rush of crashing water   Surrounds me with its sound      Striking out to reach you   I can't get through to the other side   When you're racing in the rapids   There's only one way, that's to ride      Taken down, taken down by the undertow   I'm spiraled down the river bed, my fire is burning low   Catching hold of a rock that's firm, I'm waiting for John to be carried past   We hold together, hold together and shoot the rapids fast      And when the waters slow down, the dark and the deep   Have no-one, no-one, no-one, no-one, no-one left to keep   Hang on John, we're out of this at last   Something's changed, that's not your face, it's mine, it's mine