Ondine

You say you can walk away

Any time at all

You say you're not afraid to die

But you're not sleeping

You are bringing me down so slow

Bringing me down so slow

Bringing me down

You burn so cold

Lost your voice when it needed you

Black veins tied you prisoner

To coax your severed highs

But this is the plastic age

The quiet rage is damned and civilised

You are bringing me down so slow

(give a little out and youe bound to take a fall)

Bringing me down so slow

(give a little out and youe bound to take a fall)

Bringing me down so

Tell who made it hurt

Won't you say who made it hurt

Won't you tell me now who made it hurt again

You ache for something

You ache for something