Swimming Horses

Falling in your

Falling in your

In your arms

In your arms

Fish on a line

Learns to live on dry land

Thrown back again to drown

Kinder with poison

Than pushed down a well

Or a face burnt to hell

Feel the cruel stones breaking her bones

Dead before born

Words fall in ruins

But no sound

She's dying of your shame

She's maimed by your pain

He gives birth to swimming horses

He gives birth to swimming horses

Fish on a line

Walking on dry land

But back in the water to drown

We drown

Floating in sky

He gives birth to swimming horses

He gives birth to swimming horses

Take a ride on the tide with the assassin at your side

This weightlessness under water

Forgets in slow motion

And washes pointless tortures

He gives birth to swimming horses

He gives birth to swimming horses

Floating in sky like fishes can fly through your arms