I wonder if my rope's still hanging from the tree By the standing pool where you drank me And filled me full of thirsty love And the memory of water? ‘Wonder if a king still fishes there His back toward the burned out air His laughing catches singing loud The memory of water Your taste is blood and ecstasy But I must drink you all alone You're freckled like a speckled egg A dove… but this bird has flown O stay with me sweet memory O stay with me Wonder if my rope's still hanging from the tree By the standing pool where you drank me As pain flows through me like champagne Of the memory of water