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She turned her back on the church and put all her faith in meAt the back of the chapel where I taught her to screw and to blasphemeWe turned our backs to the church, with our trousers around our kneesWhile screaming the scriptures she said I was her favourite heresyIn 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 yr chestAll of the same conversations that we have now in bed."I don't mean to be selfish; but I think I'd sooner just be deadBehind the tennis court alongside the river, not a single live flower to seeThis is the one girl who woke up from all that, and now falls asleep next to meBut I swear now, every time that I kiss her, she feels her god breathe on her shoulderIt pains me, but I'm sure she's still yrsShe said she wanted a sea burial, not grass and hypodermics to her hipsI pruned the ivy from yr grandmother's tombMore tender and careful than the superstitious ripped you from yr mothers wombIn 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 milk teeth, hungry, waiting for me"And though I am fearful, I think I just crave the reliefSongtexteBehind the tennis court, alongside the river, paper flower's still a beautiful thingThis is the one girl who woke up from all that, and now falls asleep next to meBut I swear now, every time that I kiss her, she feels her god breathe on her shoulderIt pains me, but I'm sure she's still yrs Aus Songtexte Mania