Testo Waterland

Fensmen open gates and doors

And ignore what floats by

Their hands are calloused from twisting locks

No one talks as they cry
Mary, why are you jumping?

Mary, I'd be your husband

Morning always brings debris

They can see how he died

Family secrets in a box

He's at the dock

He knows they lied

Mary, why are you jumping?
Mary, I'd be your husband