She turned her back on the church and put all her faith in me
The back of the chapel where I taught her to screw and blaspheme
We turned our backs to the church, with our trousers around our knees
While screaming the scriptures, she screamed I was her favourite heresy

In a note I read, "If you should go blind and deaf
I'll cleanse and I'll bathe you and I'll cook for you daily.
I will take a dry ballpoint pen and trace on your chest
All of the same conversations we have now in bed"
I don't mean to be selfish, but I think I'd sooner just be dead

Behind the tennis court alongside the river, not a single live flower to see
This is the one girl who woke up from all that, and now falls asleep next to me
But I swear now, every time that I kiss her, she feels her God breathe on her shoulder
It pains me, but I'm sure she's still yours

She said she wanted a sea burial, not grass and hypodermics to her hips
I prune the ivy from your grandmother's tomb
More tender and careful than the superstitious ripped you from your mothers womb

In a note I wrote, "I think too much about the end
But being around it made me feel like I'm coping now.
When I view the cemetery, I don't see headstones
I see rows of engraved middle teeth, hungry, waiting for me
And though I am fearful, I think I just crave the relief"

Behind the tennis court alongside the river, paper flowers, still beautiful thing
This is the one girl who woke up from all that, and now falls asleep next to me
But I swear now, every time that I kiss her, she feels her God breathe on her shoulder
It pains me, but I'm sure she's still yours