Siouxsie and the Banshees — Swimming Horses

Falling in your, falling in your In your arms, 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 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 He gives birth to swimming horses Take a ride on the tide With the assassin at your side The weightlessness underwater Forgets in slow motion And watches pointless tortures He gives birth to swimming horses He gives birth to swimming horses Floating in sky Like fishes can fly Through your arms