J. stacy / e. amato You could walk on water baby, ohh yeah... if you could walk away from me... You could move a mountain baby, ohh yeah... if you could
walking cheetahs with a gun in each hand Who are lost at sea and are desperate to reach land. Orpheus descending. Swimming in the crooked waters.
Pale was the wounded knight, that bore the rowan shield Loud and cruel were the raven's cries that feasted on the field Saying "Beck water cold and clear
