Parlour Steps - A Pagan and a Cook lyrics

If we are the end of d**h, Then I'll pause and savour this breath. If we are just fistfuls of dust blowing our way west, We are also as good as a guess. A pagan and a cook had to share a body. She managed to hold it together quite admirably She took to seeing crows commuting over the city As signals against misfortune and folly. Could I be the lover you left Before we had even met? Let's not get out of this bed. Let the traffic go on without us instead. Don't be cynical about love when things go bad. Don't be cynical about love – it's all we have!