Nymphs Finding The Head Of Orpheus

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
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

In the dark, I wait
Right here where I once sunbathed
With all of 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

You cruel, cruel man