From the recording The Trims (REMASTERED)

Lyrics

I killed my love
I held her close under water
Two steps above
My empty head
Where I saw her

Burned like the sun
Her cigarette on my shoulder
We dried for fun
So many times when I told her

I pray to be
I pray to be
Taked far away
I pray to be
I pray to be
Taked far away
Oh with the breeze