Face Made of Water

I see you murky down in the swamp with heat running over your face
I move to kiss you but you wash away and I’m left with mud on my lips

A tangled skein of legs and waist, your hair bouncing over my hips
You send me a postcard, you’ve gone away, now you’re laughing under the bridge
I don’t care if you cut me today, you’re a face made of water and you’re floating away

Words form solid when they leave your mouth; I hold these blocks of clay
I stack your words onto my words and this house just falls away
I don’t care who you’re screwing today, you’re a face made of water and I’m floating away

Sort of a rough version.  The rhythm comes out a bit better with guitar.