Paul Kelly & the Messengers Everything's
Turning to White Lyrics:
Paul Kelly (Mushroom Music)
Late on a Friday my husband went up to the
mountains with three friends
They took provisions and bottles of bourbon to
last them all through the weekend
One hundred miles they drove just to fish in a stream
And there's so much water so close to home
When they arrived it was cold and dark;
they set up their camp quickly
Warmed up with whisky they walked to the
river where the water flowed past
darkly
In the moonlight they saw the body of a
young girl floating face down
And there's so much water so close to home
When he hold me now I'm pretending
I feel like I'm frozen inside
And behind my eyes, my daily disguise
Everything's turning to white
It was too hard to tell how long she'd been
dead, the river was that close
to freezing
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But one thing for sure, the girl hadn't
died very well to judge from the
bruising
They stood there above her all thinking the
same thoughts at the same time
There's so much water so close to home
They carried her downstream from their
fishing; between two rocks they
gently wedged her
After all they'd come so far, it was late
And the girl would keep; she was going nowhere
They stayed up there fishing for two days
They reported it on Sunday when they came back down
There's so much water so close to home
When he holds me now I'm pretending
I feel like I'm frozen inside
And behind my eyes, my daily disguise
Everything's turning to white
The newspapers said that the girl had been
strangled to death and also molested
On the day of the funeral the radio reported
that a young man had been arrested
I went to the service a stranger; I drove past the lake out of town
There's so much water so close to home
When he holds me now I'm pretending
I feel like I'm frozen inside
And behind my eyes, my daily disguise
Everything's turning to white
Lyrics: Everything's Turning to White, Paul Kelly &
the Messengers [end]