Oh would you watch me as I burn?
Slow lover, faded in our terms
If the autumn has taken back your little sack of lies
I'm happy for you I swear and I hope you're happy that I won't cry
You were sick all over the carpet in the dining room
And I held your head and held your heart
Well the snow has made it's mark on this little harbour town
The seagulls shriek their raucous songs
The kind you used to frown upon
Let me get your old things and watch them as they burn
I will hide your body in the springtime
In the ferns
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