I wait and the sky is stained
a dull industrial hue
caught somewhere between a blush and a bruise
and even the heavens appear
to bear a wound
still, I wait at the gates
and you're already late
but I'm still in love with you
im so in love

so let the days run away
we don't need them to stay
paint star maps on my arms babe
and I'll let them lead the way
we won't come to any harm
our boat waits in the bay
so lets jump from the decks my dear
we're sinking anyway

but on your knees I was some new age Beatrice
some Edie Sedgwick bulimic priestess
and I made my dress from seaweed and cigarettes
and baby I'll internalise the bad things I can't forget
and I call upon the medicine man
he reads the lines in my hands
I come down with the falling dew
I didn't think I'd get close to you
til I saw your face in the dregs of my cup
and caught your heart at the end of my hook
who'd have thought it would have to come back
to this old act of letting blood
well I warned you I would be no good
after all, I am no good

but at your feet I was a fallen queen
some ozymandian tragedy
and I made my dress from
handfuls of old cobwebs
and baby I'll eroticise the bad things I can't forget

consult the charts, the ephemeris
and list the names of boys I've kissed
count the knots and measure the wind
will I always be your favourite thing?
I reeled you in and you drew closer
I never meant to fuck you over
your limbs draped across my shoulder
once a feather now a boulder