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