Nymphs Finding the Head of Orpheus

In the skeletal remains
Of a pool long since drained
Filled with rain
Reclaimed by nature
Through the dark, I wade
As if in its glory days
Knowing that I'll make myself sick
From the water
Knowing all my tears and rage
Could load a revolver

I used to think
You must be the water I drink
Holding me
Down in these waters, down beneath
Singing to the sound of my screaming
But now I see

In the dark, I wait
Right here where I once sunbathed
With all of my dreams unfit for day
With all of my tears and all my rage

I used to think
You must be the water I drink
Holding me
Down in these waters, down beneath
Singing to the sound of my screaming
I used to dream
Of the day it'd be just you and me
Like the Wild West
Both of us shooting till one of us was dead

You cruel, cruel man



Credits
Writer(s): Nicole Ann Bell
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