Don't Ask For The Water

[Produced By Ethan Johns] I hate this old place And what it represents And I hate who I was And who I ended up since But if you learned how to swim, in case you'd drowned Don't ask her for the water Cos she'll swallow you down And she's ten miles of peace And the hardest of nights And her belfry's got arch But her rooftop's all right But down here in the sewer I'm smelling a rat Don't ask her for the whiskey Cos her water's all that And what horses we rode Through what sombre fields With our lovers at war And the dust on their heels And the infidels screamed, "It's all but a lie" Don't ask her for the water Cos she'll teach you to cry Don't ask her for the water Cos she'll teach you to cry And her weapon of choice is a red-patterned dress And a sac full of stones With her hands on her chest And a book full of quotes And a tight fastened lip Don't ask her for the water Cos you'll sink like a ship Don't ask her for the water Cos you'll sink like a ship