Swimming the gra** with tall and elegant strokes Through blossoming seas, then I pulled you under Hounds of the glades sound resonating bells To follow to the caves where something is hiding Cupping your hands in full, the gearing blades are dull And sting when they are cold, but you'll never fix it
I couldn't help that I was watching with a thrill Oh the loveliness I feel when I see you drowning How were you choked against the tree? How was the last suffering scream? Please leave me still I'm loosing sleep You're right at the bedpost floating to me