I part the curtains of your hair And all the light of the sun floods the room Poured from your sleepy stare Two seconds each morning without fail Before I enter the abattoir To see my insides hanging there But they request that I leave Cause my sad eyes are too much to bear
When the light leaves, then the dark sees
Your hands to your hips now Two swan necks Curl between pelvis with stretch-marks And shoulders with those freckle flecks The pain of the silence before bed Oh for the sound of your pissing Through the thin walls Or stroking your head But for the shadows and doom And the sorrow we seem to have bred