Letras:Siouxsie And The Banshees. Hyaena. Swimming Horses.

Falling in your, falling 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 maimed by your paw

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 washes pointless tortures

he gives birth to swimming horses

floating in sky like fishes can fly through your arms