She stands twelve feet above the flood She stares Alone Across the water
The loneliness grows and slowly Fills her frozen body Sliding downwards
One by one her senses die The memories fade And leave her eyes Still seeing worlds that never were And one by one the bright birds leave her
Starting at the violent sound She tries to turn But final Noiseless Slips and strikes her soft dark head The water bows Receives her And drowns her at its ease
I would have left the world all bleeding Could I only help you love The fleeting shapes So many years ago So young and beautiful and brave
Everything was true It couldn't be a story I wish it was all true I wish it couldn't be a story
The words all left me Lifeless Hoping Breathing like the drowning man
Oh fucshia You leave me Breathing like the drowning man Breathing like the drowning man
