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
Like A SieveI 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 |