Like a lamb to its slaughter,
Buried in water.
Down,
Under the ground,
There's a town there,
I've been down there.
In the middle of the lake
I hold your hand, for goodness' sake.
When the women and the kids are asleep,
The wolves there in the skin of the sheep.
So lock all the windows and doors,
The Devil's coming for you and yours.
Love was all that it could give,
But it died so other towns could live .
They don't bury bodies from the drowned,
But they drowned our little town.
Like a lamb to his slaughter,
Buried in water.
Buried in water.
Buried in water.
When the leaves
Go floating away,
In the pale moonlight of day
Bury anchors in our ghosts,
And we can let our heartbeats go.
Love was all that it could give,
But it died so other towns could live.
They don't bury bodies from the drowned,
But they drowned our little town.
Love was all that it could give,
But it died so other towns could live.
They don't bury bodies from the drowned,
But they drowned our little town.
We're like the lambs to its slaughter,
Buried in water.
Buried in water.
Buried in water.