i fell
your good for nothing
it helps you win
your creature comforts
won't let you in.
and the cook's not cooking
the fish won't swim
and my blood is boiling
when touch your skin
I fell
where you fell
I fell.
I'm through regretting
I've lost the touch
to win you over
it cost too much
It's a blind regretting
of all you know
your deep demented
that's takes us home
I fell
where you fell
I fell.
And the market
the cafe crowd
have turned a deaf ear
a holy shroud.
(your mother scattered your name unknown,
your alabaster is overgrown)