Alpha aquae

I've grown rather tired of our little game.
You ask me the question.
My answer's the same.
And i couldn't say the day or the year.
But it must be summer, 'cause there's flies in here.
I need water.
I need water.

Ants on the window ledge caught my attention.
And i wanted to say so, but i was to tired to mention it.
And we crawled in bed, and melted together.
Cursing each other.
Cursing the weather.
And i need water.
I need water.