The "In the Lake" Songtext
in the lake / where the wind made your skin made of paper / you tore your arms and hands around you / and you point the echoes toward the cold air / and the words are yours / you to climb the sky into / and the water swirled and snow white rushes / falling down in clouds and blankets / and buried my head and my eyes up / and I looked I just saw and looked / cause the words are mine to / to climb my home into
The "In the Lake" Video
