Swimming Horses - Siouxsie And The Banshees

Falling in your, falling in your in your arms

Fish on a line, learns to live on dry land

Thrown back again to drown

Kinder with poison

Then pushed down the 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’s maimed by your pain

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 watches pointless tortures

He gives birth to swimming horses

Floating in sky like fishes can fly through your arms