| I will be the weight of my sins |
| And I will be the one who caves in |
| A choir of sorry girls |
| With their hearts full of pearls |
| A foul and torrid feast |
| Sinks men down to their knees |
| The twisted waters are where I will be |
| The sisters calling from deep in the sea |
| The twisted waters, they call out my name |
| I will swim with them but they’re not to blame |
| The twisted waters are where I will be |
| The sisters calling from deep in the sea |
| The twisted waters, they call out my name |
| I will swim with them but they’re not to blame |
| A final kindness, a final kiss |
| As the golden arm of evening comes |
| A final kindness and all is bliss |
| I wither coldly and then I am gone |
| I wither coldly and then I am gone |