I rest my head on water
I slip under
I descend into the deep
Past the rushes, past the shipwrecks
Into my tears I float
And like a sieve I'm catching leaves and sticks
I'm catching planks and fishes
So it washes through me clean
I'm run clean through
Ah!
I slip under
I descend into the deep
Past the rushes, past the shipwrecks
Into my tears I float
And like a sieve I'm catching leaves and sticks
I'm catching planks and fishes
So it washes through me clean
I'm run clean through
Ah!