G#m F# E G#m F# E Standing knee deep in cold water, swiftly moving, somehow I knew I'd lost something. G#m F# E G#m F# E Wading waist deep I saw a book there in the river, waiting for me to find it there. G#m F# E G#m F# E I tried to read it, neck deep, treading water, but the tide, it pulled me out to sea. G#m F# E Then, with water in my eyes, the words began to rise from their place. G#m F# E They were beautiful and dread; I reached for them and fed on each phrase. G#m F# E They were honey on my lips, but then a bitter twist in my side. G#m F# E I knew they'd lay me in my grave; "Is there no one who can save me?" I cried.