Atropa Belladonna

In the skeletal remains of a pool long since drained
Filled with rain, reclaimed by nature
Through the dark I wade as if in its glory days
Knowing that I'll make myself sick from the water
Knowing all my tears and rage could load a revolver

I used to think I'd die right here in your arms or deep under
That I'd be just like ophelia in a coronet of weeds in the water

I used to think you must be the water I drink
Holding me down in these waters, down beneath
Singing to the sound of my screaming
But now I see, now I see

In the dark I wait right here where I once sunbathed
With all my dreams unfit for day
With all of my tears and all my rage

I used to think you must be the water I drink
Holding me down in these waters, down beneath
Singing to the sound of my screaming
I used to dream of the day it'd be just you and me like the wild west
Both of us shooting till one of us was dead

But now I see