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 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 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 I used to dream of the day it'd be just you and me Like the wild west Both of us shooting 'til one of us was dead You cruel, cruel man
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