The Drowning Man [live]

(This is called The Drowning Man)



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

Memories fade and leave her eyes

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

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



Everything was true

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



Fuschia

You leave me breathing like the drowning man

Breathing like the drowning man

Breathing like the drowning man

Breathing like the drowning man