wickerman

Death a thing she hardly knew, So thin and rare and small and few
It smells just like me and it smells just like you
She's blinded for the best, In this bright tree she makes her nest
Everyone laughs as she struggles up high
Everyone's happy and she wants to die

So dead is she and so far everything is new
It smells just like me and it smells just like you

(Blind in safety and leafy in love)

Plain ugly and homely race, with sad disgrace drawn on its face
She sleeps in the buds in a place where no
Summer shines like tears are shed, For the living or for the dead

People laugh cant tell her anything
When theres tears in her eyes shine with formaldehyde
Cries with a different feeling
When the chaos ensues with a new appetite

And in the wormless sand shall she, A feast for no foul glutton be
She's washed by the sea to a place where no
Summer shines no tears are shed, For the living or for the dead

(Blind in safety and leafy in love)