The Lake (Cinematic)

[Verse 1]

This book is sacred to me

I write what I please

For no other creatures to see

Dark and wild

Left the Earth too early

[Verse 2]

A bad inn and a dirty bed

They give us milk and sour bread

A wet, ungenial summer and incessant rain

I've got a cold in my head

[Chorus]

We take the train to the lake

Some crooked feet and sore

We handle babies and breasts

Wait for our troubles to go

[Verse 3]

A golden fountain of tears

Mysterious fears

To quicken the beating that I hear

History

Swift and beauty

I'll be a good girl above all this miserable country

[Chorus]

Some crooked feet and sore

We handle babies and breasts

Wait for our troubles to go

Wait for our troubles to go

[Chorus]

We take the train to the lake

Some crooked feet and sore

We handle babies and breasts

Wait for our troubles to go

We take the train to the lake

Some crooked feet and sore

We handle babies and breasts

Wait for our troubles to go

Wait for our troubles to go