Sanoja: Martin L. Gore. By This River.

Here we are stuck by this river
You and I underneath a sky
That's ever falling down, down, down
Ever falling down

Through the day as if on an ocean
Waiting here always failing to remember
Why we came, came, came
I wonder why we came?

You talk to me as if from a distance
And I reply with impressions
Chosen from another time, time, time
From another time