My darling, my darling
Are you as composed as the space you fill?
You know there's little reason
To demand what can't be given from the ears you fill
And you aim your thoughts homeward
As if you had a reason to be gone
You were raised by sirens
They taught you not to talk, all words are empty
But they lent you their hats
Screaming, "Bring back from the other side, some sympathy"
And you spare no time to wonder
When you claim to know the answer, why be wrong?
So you put on your painted dress
While the berdache takes your hand and tempts you homeward
And so I've heard that you've gone wrong
But is it OK, if I think of you?
'Cause you might just be what I'm counting on
Just one more day and I must get through
Well you've break just like the morning
And if yesterday don't owe you, well who does then?
And if you ever seek me out
I'll be someone among the people you call has-beens
Well you'd love to be a martyr, but you've got nothing to die for
So you wait
And wintertime is coming
You can feel the cold drum drumming once again
And so I've heard that you've gone wrong
But is it OK, if I think of you?
'Cause you might just be what I'm counting on
Just one more day and I must get through
I love my country
I love my country
But I fear your mother
I fear your mother
She's growing older
Or so they told her
And flowers won't replace her
You're my sheath, I'm your rapier
And so I've heard that you've gone wrong
But is it OK, if I think of you?
'Cause you might just be what I'm counting on
Just one more day and I must get through
And I must get through