Text: The Cure. Faith. 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
The memories fade and leave her eyes
Still 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 it's ease
Drowns her at it's 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 brave

Everything was true
It 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
Oh fuchsia, you leave me
Breathing like the drowning man
Dreaming like the drowning man
Breathing like the drowning
Dreaming like the drowning man
Dreaming like the drowning man