Would you, would you,
Live down in the murky ground
Turning the fishy deep
Where it’s dark and gloom
Feels and fens growing in my skin
I want a pond to rot in
No lake, no sound,
Not any of ...sitting around
Everything is dreamed in
That’s not the body that I came in
Feels and fens growing in my skin
I want a pond to rot in.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI