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
"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 mothers womb
"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 am fearful, I think I just crave the relief.
Behind the tennis court, alongside the river, paper flower's still a 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.
(slide pinky up from 3rd to 5th, 7th, 10th four times)