(This is called The Drowning Man)      She stands twelve feet above the flood   She stares alone across the water   The loneliness grows and slowly   Fills her frozen body   Sliding downwards      One by one her senses die   Memories fade and leave her eyes   Seeing worlds that never were   And one by one the bright birds leave her      Starting at the violent sound   She tries to turn, but final, noiseless   Slips and strikes her soft dark head   The water bows, receives her   And drowns her at its ease   And drowns her at its ease      I would have left the world all bleeding   Could I only help you love   The fleeting shapes so many years ago   So young and beautiful and      Everything was true   Couldn't be a story   I wish it was all true   I wish it couldn't be a story      The words all left me   Lifeless, hoping   Breathing like the drowning man      Fuschia   You leave me breathing like the drowning man   Breathing like the drowning man   Breathing like the drowning man   Breathing like the drowning man