Wearing yellow for the new sun,
came to us from Essendon.
I wondered, will she survive?
As lethal sights all canonized,
The poets we learned to despise.
We'd sketch out our blasphemies
As Jane Austen eating shit
But at night she will have haunted dreams
Of monsters crawling from the deep
And faces white will press against her eyes
But we will sing and they
they might come again some other day
And we will just sing twice as loud
So red wine colors in the scenes,
we walk around the cemetery
We're talking of fi delity
So howl into your pillow, girl
One day your rage will stoke the world
Into gardens where you will
But at night she will have
Monsters crawl from the deep
And faces white with grace
But we will sing and they will go away
They might come again some other day
When we will just sing twice as loud