From "Treeless Plain", 1983.
Please don't drag me back to Rosevel/ underneath your creaking bed
No air, no hatches under there/ no pleasantries hatched overhead
I Ieft/ what was Ieft of you. What was left of you/ couldn't be kept.
And I warned you I would have to cut off dead wood.
Please don't make me say those words again/ to satisfy a whim
I left too much kept under ice/ don't drag that back up again
I Ieft/ what was Ieft of you. What was left of you/ couldn't be kept.
And I warned you I would have to cut off dead wood.
Please don't send me back to Rosevel/ inbetween your knuckle bed
I turned my back on life itself/ I couldn't tell it wasn't dead
I Ieft/ what was Ieft of you. What was left of you/ couldn't be kept.
And I warned you I would have to cut off dead wood.
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