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?



'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..



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