Nymphs Finding the Head of Orpheus

In the skeletal remains
Of a pool long since drained
Filled with rain
Reclaimed by nature

Through the dark, I wade
As if in its glory days
Knowing that I'll make myself sick from the water
Knowing all my tears and rage
Could load a revolver

I used to think, you must be the water I drink
Holding me down in these waters, down beneath
Singing to the sound of my screaming
But now I see

In the dark I wait
Right here where I once sunbathed
With all of my dreams unfit for day
With all of my tears and all my rage

I used to think you must be the water I drink
Holding me down in these waters, down beneath
Singing to the sound of my screaming
I used to dream of the day it'd be just you and me
Like the wild west
Both of us shooting 'til one of us was dead
You cruel, cruel man