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Marillion

Memory of Water

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