Oh, you bastard son
You can’t be counted on
Oh, you bastard son
You can’t be counted on
There’s the palest shape
Steady your weeping face
Lay the pillow to your cheek
We are failing it seems
This funeral lies inside
My mourning head
What was between us
Has now become a wedge
What was is failing in your eyes
What was is failing in your eyes
What was is failing in your eyes
What was is failing in your eyes