Moving down the water John is drifting out of sight,
It’s only at the turning point That you find out how to fight.
In the cold, feel the cold all around
And the rush of crashing water Surround me with its sound.
Rael manages to grab a rock, pull himself to the surface and catch his breath. As John is carried past, Rael throws himself in again and catches hold of his arm. He knocks John 
unconscious and then locking themselves together, he rides the rapids into the slow running water, where he can swim to safety.
Striking out to reach you, I can’t get through to the other side.
When you’re racing in the rapids There’s only one way, that’s to ride.
Taken down, taken down by the undertow
And I’m spiralled down the river bed, My fire is burning low.
Catching hold of a rock that’s firm,
I’m waiting for John to be carried past.
We hold together and shoot the rapids fast.
But as he hauls his brother’s limp body onto the bank he lies him out and looks hopefully into his eyes for a sign of life. He staggers back in recoil, for staring at him with eyes wide open is not John’s face — but his own.
And when the waters slow down
The dark and the deep have no-one left to keep.
Hang on John! We’re out of this at last.
Something’s changed, that’s not your face. It’s mine!