She lead me down the garden path and bled me dry, dry She did her make up in the reflection of my gla**y, glazed eyes She buried me in the churchyard where she wed me long ago My father saw red and said "you couldn't even pronounce the poor boy's name!" And whilst I'm turning in my grave and wasting away My name's still driving the girl insane All fifteen letters addressed to her As a reminder of what she'd done She checked in to the hospital in Denton, Texas She told them about my name, they said "We're sorry but there's nothing to remove this tattoo from your brain" Now I'm the voice inside her head I'm in her bed I'm in the walls that she hides between All fifteen letters addressed to her, as a reminder And whilst I'm turning in my grave and wasting away My name's still driving the girl insane All fifteen letters addressed to her As a reminder of what she'd done The moon is on it's back tonight The moon is on it's back tonight Her breath is much colder now she is the older, not I The moon is on it's back tonight The moon is on it's back tonight My name will remain an unclimbable mountain in live