Salt the bed and count yourself lucky to be kicked around Resolve to make the journey out from cancer to the sea Your cheeks are crests her eyes are coal and every vent's a rabbit hole Her chilled, ecstatic caterwauls lie quiet at your feet
Good enough for government your money's gone and your hour's been spent clutching at the covers grinding up against an old china doll Cut the lights and grab your hat You lost your voice when the stage collapsed Now there's nothing left for her to do but laugh There will be no encores
Your last hope and your epitaph are hiding in her photographs They're bound to become one at last if you can't keep your nose clean Wake up and collect yourself Pray and comb the gray hair out Tear her dusty curtains down and sing her ghost to sleep carefully... lovingly...
Good enough for government Your money's gone and your hours been spent clutching at the covers grinding up against an old china doll Cut the lights and grab your hat You lost your voice when the stage collapsed Now there's nothing left for you to do but laugh There will be no encores