Here on the water no harm could come to me

But a revolver was left on my table by somebody

Just in case they said nonchalantly

Which was fine at the time but now the words haunt me

Sitting there loaded, the air is electric

Distracting, my thoughts are destructive and hectic

It reminds me of crimes I haven't committed

I feel guilty of having done something I didn't

I'm terrified but for some reason am smiling

The weapon reduces me but also seduces me

I've never known violence and there is none in my plans

I've not even once held a gun in my hands

At least not before now, as I sweat and I shiver

I point it out the window and aim it at the river

I feel so uneasy and sick from within

As if I might kill with the suicides again

Dark impulse proposed and my finger accepted

That the shot came quicker than I had expected

The river just swallowed it, nobody noticed

From the bridge, from the pier, not in the remotest

How easily a crime could be committed here

It looks like the moon is stuck up the tree

And I am in the mood for a nice cup of tea