Sit down next to me
My angel with scabbed wings...

This is haunting
And I can’t see the end...

Sit down down next to me
My angel with scabbed wings...

All these pretty pictures
Painted in my blood...

A cut is as good as a rose my sweet
No gesture of love could be as neat...

Autumnal grey skies
Push forward dark clouds...

I’m going to jump into the lake
I’m going to smile on the way down...

A is for arsenic
Thats present on potato skin...

No heart, no soul
Yellow bellied from the get go...

So I have bled for you
You who do not care...

When the north wind blows
And you button up your coat...

I form these words
Beneath oceans...