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 aim
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 The 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