Rhythm of the East

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
I was going down by the river
Found I was cold and couldn’t speak
I started hearing something in the silence next to me
I remember now in December how like a split-second dream
I heard a summer song; if I get it wrong, you can find it in the east
It’s going
It’s going
It’s going
It’s going
We’re going