Chris Bathgate - Poor Eliza lyrics

I'm sinking,come save me Poor Eliza, my patsy My visions all black holed and quivering It is what it is what it is I curse thee, for placing these dark days upon me For setting my blood as your dowry It is what it is what it is My wife is older and has no intentions Is mindfully out in the garden Out with the hay softly darkening And painting it all light and liquid The shadows all serious and cursive All washing out in the distance All washing out in the distance Me and, me and my flat-footed daydream We hold it together so simply All sovereign and long to be sleeping Cause we have been saving our birthdays From heartbreak and winter and swift chase From heartbreak and winter and swift chase From heartbreak and winter and swift chase