Nymphs Finding The Head Of Orpheus Songtext
In the skeletal remains
Of a pool long since drained
Filled with rain
Reclaimed by nature
Through the dark, I wade
As if in its Glory days
Knowing that I'll make myself sick from the water
Knowing all my tears and rage could load a revolver
Of a pool long since drained
Filled with rain
Reclaimed by nature
Through the dark, I wade
As if in its Glory days
Knowing that I'll make myself sick from the water
Knowing all my tears and rage could load a revolver
I used to think, you must be the water I drink
Holding me down in these waters, down beneath
Singing to the sound of my screaming
But now I see
In the dark I wait, right here where I once sunbathed
With all of my dreams unfit for day
With all of my tears and all my rage
I usеd to think you must be the water I drink
Holding mе down in these waters, down beneath
Singing to the sound of my screaming
I used to dream of the day it'd be just you and me like the Wild West
Both of us shooting till one of us was dead
You cruel, cruel man
Holding me down in these waters, down beneath
Singing to the sound of my screaming
But now I see
In the dark I wait, right here where I once sunbathed
With all of my dreams unfit for day
With all of my tears and all my rage
I usеd to think you must be the water I drink
Holding mе down in these waters, down beneath
Singing to the sound of my screaming
I used to dream of the day it'd be just you and me like the Wild West
Both of us shooting till one of us was dead
You cruel, cruel man
