Black Cat Music - Hands In The Estuary, Torso In The Lake lyrics

They finally found you Just as the air is coldest at dawn It was colder still for all the weeks that you were gone My arms with marigold There was one secret that even your sister never knew Throughout the forty-six day mystery of you The better part of a bottle of gin Blue tarp and parts of you within Banging down the frontage road Haute couture had a kingdom And you were its crown You're going down in history Was it your golden smile they'd remember? Tall bones and bright eyes, no It was the six weeks' mystery of you You're going down in history