Everything's Turning To White Lyrics - Singles - Paul Kelly And The Messengers

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 

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