Salt the bed and count yourself
lucky to be kicked around
Resolve to make the journey out
from cancer to the sea
Your cheeks are crests
her eyes are coal
and every vent's a rabbit hole
Her chilled, ecstatic caterwauls
lie quiet at your feet
Good enough for government
your money's gone and your hour's been spent
clutching at the covers
grinding up against an old china doll
Cut the lights and grab your hat
You lost your voice when the stage collapsed
Now there's nothing left for her to do but laugh
There will be no encores
Your last hope and your epitaph
are hiding in her photographs
They're bound to become one at last
if you can't keep your nose clean
Wake up and collect yourself
Pray and comb the gray hair out
Tear her dusty curtains down
and sing her ghost to sleep
carefully...
lovingly...
Good enough for government
Your money's gone and your hours been spent
clutching at the covers
grinding up against an old china doll
Cut the lights and grab your hat
You lost your voice when the stage collapsed
Now there's nothing left for you to do but laugh
There will be no encores
