For the love, I'd fallen on In the swampy August dawn What a mischief you would bring, young darling! When the onus is not all your own When you're up for it before you've grown From the faun forever gone In the towers of your honeycomb I'd a tore your hair out just to climb back darling When you're filling out your only form Can you tell that it's just ceremon' Now you've added up to what you're from Build your tether rain out from your fragments Break the sailor's table on your sacrum Fuck the fiercest fables, I'm with Hagen For the love, comes the burning young From the liver, sweating through your tongue Well, you're standing on my sternum Don't you climb down darling Oh, the sermons are the first to rest Smoke on sundays when you're drunk and dressed Out the hollows where the swallow nests
