Falling in your, falling in your, in your arms, in your arms
Fish on a line, learns to live on dry land
Thrown back again to drown
Kinder with poison than pushed down a 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 aim He gives birth to swimming horses
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
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 washes pointless tortures He gives birth to swimming horses
He gives birth to swimming horses Floating in sky like fishes can fly through your arms