If I’m running out of time, then I’m running out of time
There’s nothing you can do, to try to pull me through
Could tie me down with twine, give me back what’s mine
I wouldn’t want you to
try to pull me through
You’ll find me in the morning, hidden within the rose
Down beneath the great lake, up where the jackdaw crows
My grandfather did ask me, do you know what you have done
There will be bones in the waters
I found them when you were young
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