We're deep in her diary now

A month for every kiss

And this passion-in-hours amounts

To little more than this

She keeps wisteria

I keep forgetting to die



We keep on getting there

Sickly thug and i

She keeps a distance

I keep forgetting to die

We'll keep on getting there

Sickly thug and me

She keeps wisteria

I keep turning to lapis lazuli



A pistol whipping wind

Sickly thug and me

Our hearts fire blanks

Over the marshes

The river lee

Was there anything

Really moving in the news tonight?



If there's no hope for us

There'll be no respite

Just a drop or two

From a bottle of the widow's mite

We'll keep on getting there

I'll just happen to you

We'll be back from somewhere else

We'll never get to



Over here may be bad

Realissimo bad

But that nameless other place

It's far far worse

I'm an innocent

I never resisted

Alcohol and coloured beads



Broken sunshine swells

The length of waltham beach

And nothing ever changes

And nothing ever lasts for long

It just stays out of reach

This feeling's mutual

For sickly thug and me



This feeling's mutual now

But so separately

We're burning up

We're collapsing into probability

And there's no hope for us

And there's no respite

Just a drop or two

From a bottle of the widow's mite


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