She turned her back on the church
And put all her faith in me
At the back of the chapel
Where I taught her to screw and to blaspheme
We turned our backs to the church
With our trousers around our knees
While screaming the scriptures
She said I was her favourite heresy
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In a note I read:
"If you should go blind and deaf
I'll cleanse and I'll bathe you and I'll cook for you daily
I will take a dry ballpoint pen and trace on your chest
All of the same conversations that we have now in bed"
I don't mean to be selfish
But I think I'd sooner just be dead
♪
Behind the tennis court alongside the river
Not a single live flower to see
This is the one girl who woke up from all that
And now falls asleep next to me
But I swear now
Every time that I kiss her
She feels her God breathe on her shoulder
It pains me, but I'm sure she's still yours
She said she wanted a sea burial
Not grass and hypodermics to her hips
I pruned the ivy from your grandmother's tomb
More tender and careful than the superstitious
Ripped you from your mother's womb
In a note I wrote:
"I think too much about the end
But being around, it made me feel like I'm coping
Now, when I view the cemetery
I don't see headstones
I see rows of engraved milk teeth
Hungry, waiting for me"
And though I'm fearful
I think I just crave the relief
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Behind the tennis court alongside the river
Paper flower's still beautiful thing
This is the one girl who woke up from all that
And now falls asleep next to me
But I swear now
Every time that I kiss her
She feels her God breathe on her shoulder
It pains me, but I'm sure she's still yours