Slow, we paddle through the lake
Straight to the very center of the darkest water
Where we can embrace the shadows on the surface
The eyes that look up lifeless from our twins below

And though your arms and legs are under
Love will be the echo in your ears when all is lost and plunder
My love will be there still
 [bad word]  it's chilling to behold
Up close we stumble backwards laughing in our boats
Till the image sinks away to someplace far but certain
land of mere suspension where someday we must go

And though your arms and legs are under
Love will be the echo in your ears when all is lost and plunder
My love will be there still

Though your arms and legs are under
Love will be the echo in your ears when all is lost and plunder
My love will be there still