I wonder if my rope's still hanging from the tree |
| By the standing pool where you drank me |
| And filled me full of thirsty love |
| And the memory of water? |
I wonder if a king still fishes there |
| His back towards the burned-out air |
| His laughing catches singing loud |
| The memory of water |
Your taste is blood and ecstasy |
| But I must drink you all alone |
| You're freckled like a speckled egg |
| A dove, but this bird has flown |
| O stay with me sweet memory |
| O stay with me |
I wonder if my rope's still hanging from the tree |
| By the standing pool where you drank me |
| As pain flows through me like champagne |
| Of the memory of water |