The fog is lifting from the water.
The bells are sounding on the boats
And our love is a monster, plain and simple
Though you weigh it down with stones to try to drown it,
It floats
It floats
The day of reckoning is coming.
Faster than anyone here realises
And our love is like Jesus but worse
Though you seal the cave up where you've lain it's body
It rises
It rises
I keep waiting for our love to die
The machines by it's bed
Dim and flicker but it won't stay dead
And it perks up when the nurses bring it's medication by.
I wish
Our love could go the way of all flesh.
But it's not right and it's not nice
To try to k** the same thing twice
Would you pack your things?
We are going to Marrakesh