the water talks to me
black murmur dark whisper
can't see the reflection of my face
isn't that a bad sign
the water's not deep but dirty
if I should drown
would you blow your breath into my mouth ?
the sickly silver moon shines on the liquid mirror
don't expect any romance at a place like this
don't expect any hope or bliss
don' t expect anything at all my dear
but I expect my wet grave right here.
If I should drown
would you blow your breath into my mouth ?
floating peacefully forever
perfect this time
created something perfect this time
perfect
this time