River - Ellis Paul

While Hollywood sleeps

A young man is dying

On the concrete of a sidewalk downtown

As his brother weeps

The sirens come calling

And the medics feed him lines on the ground

Run, river, run…

The director speaks

The cameras are rolling

A boy steps between the backdrop and the lights

And he’s stealing the scene

With the crew as his witness

The whole industry will judge him come academy night

Now the tabloids will say what they want to

And the cameras will re-enact his fall

His legacy speaks, but no one can hear it

'Cause his death has made critics of us all

His legacy speaks

In the canister rooms

In the archives of great studio halls

And there it will keep like a secret that’s whispered between lovers

And those who never knew him at all