Lyrics:

And when she drowns
Within and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh
'Good god!' or 'My!' I cry and die and lie beside
She is the apple in my eye
She talked to God, I couldn't cope
Or had hope eloped, a dope, she roped
This salty lie

And when she's dreaming, I believe
And when she's reading, I retreat
Can't believe her
Telling me she's dead again
Telling me she's dead against it


And deep my wound
Within for every second chance it was thy tore
From deep within, despite the rain, my words are worn
She loves to talk into the phone
No matter who, no matter when
No matter where, no better than
The faulty line

And when she's dreaming, I believe
And when she's reading, I retreat
Can't believe her
Telling me she's dead again
Telling me she's dead against it