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