In some forgettable lie
We crawled across the borderline
We kissed the enemy until
Our thought had traveled out of time
You couldn't have heard me speak
There was so it did seem I say
A fog so heavy that
I could not tell if it was night or day

Hand over all water
You know that means business, scum

Under the stone we find the scum
Under the stars we find the scum

I thought a beautiful thing
A fire was lit within my mind
Only the hummingbird wings
Went shivering up and down my spine
The water that cleared our thirst
Was not from earthly vineyards mined
And then we drunkenly sailed the gutters
Of our invisible shrine

Hand over all water
You know that means business, scum

Under the stone we find the scum
Under the stars we find the scum

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): CURTIS MATHEW KIRKWOOD