The Water You Walk

Oh what an honored man am I
That these eyes might see you tonight
Oh what a modern man I am
Counting the fears in one hair pore of skin

Oh Farrah, Farrah, I don't dare to stare at you I'll lose my sight
And tear my hair out like some sage who's gazed at the face of god

Farrah Marie, what is this?
Have a very merry Christmas
And bury me deep in this mess
Ill be under where you walk

I'm just like everybody else is
And everybody else is a fine dust
Dead in our houses
Until someone dares us to rise up

Oh Farrah, Farrah, Farrah; spare a heed for me, beneath this night
I'm barely there, but where you are, Farrah, my heart beats right

Farrah Marie what is this?
Have a very merry Christmas
And bury me deep in this mess
Oh, I'll be under where you walk

Yeah, I'm under the water you walk