35.The Drowning Man (Live Australasia Aug. 1981)
Lyricist：Simon Gallup, Robert Smith, Laurence Tolhurst
She stands twelve feet above the flood
She stares alone across the water
The loneliness grows and slowly fills
Her frozen body sliding downwards
One by one her senses die
The memories fade and leave her eyes
Seeing worlds that never were
One by one the bright birds leave her
Starting at the violent sound she tries to turn final noiseless
Slips and strikes her soft dark head
The water bows, receives her, drowns her at its ease
Drowns her at its ease
Would have left the world all bleeding
Could I only help you, love
Fleeting shapes, so many years ago
So young and beautiful and
Everything was true
Couldn't be a story
I wish it was all true
Wish it couldn't be a story
The words all left me lifeless, hoping
Breathing like the drowning man
Fuchsia, you leave me breathing like the drowning man
Breathing like the drowning man
Breathing like the drowning man
Breathing like the drowning man
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