Sticks and stones and idol bones
hanging round instead
and I don't see how the seeds
turned lovers to friends
there's something slow that I don't know
creeping 'round my bed
but I won't keep my eyes open
When she dreams
dream just the same
I've got her lips
on my brain
when she bleeds
I bleed just the same
to give her blood and take her pain
The sharpest knifes and party lines
seem silly at the most
now life's come round and taken sound
all I had to boast
the treasure's rust and turned to dust
leaving my crimson skin
but I won't keep my eyes open
When she leaves
I'm left with the stain
of where she sup'd
and grew in vain
where she loved
is soured to pain
that I must now bear in shame