Besedila: Marillion. Memory Of Water.

I wonder if my rope?s still hanging from the tree
By the standing pool where you drank me
And filled me full of thirsty love
And the memory of water?

I wonder if a king still fishes there
His back toward the burned out air
His laughing catches singing loud
Of the memory of water

Your taste is blood and ecstasy
But I must drink you all alone
You?re freckled like a speckled egg
A dove but this bird has flown

O stay with me sweet memory
O stay with me

I wonder if my rope?s still hanging from the tree
By the standing pool where you drank me
As pain flows through me like champagne
Of the memory of water