Swimming Horses

Falling in your, falling in your in your arms Fish on a line, learns to live on dry land Thrown back again to drown Kinder with poison Then pushed down the 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 pain 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 Take a ride on the tide with the assassin at your side the weightlessness under water -- forgets in slow motion And watches pointless tortures He gives birth to swimming horses Floating in sky like fishes can fly through your arms