| You've grown up so much since I saw you all those days ago | |
| Still got that look about you still got those things that we know | |
| Red gilded place in the woods and the words that were said | |
| Black twisted branches that hid all the things that we did | |
| You threaded wasps on to string and you gave them to me | |
| You touched the edges of their wings and the insides of me | |
| All of the years make a picture that's faded and bright | |
| All of the years make us different and faded and bright | |
| Bring back the bodies and lay them out for me | |
| Smooth down their crisp clear white wings in the morning | |
| Bring back the yellow and black of the bodies | |
| Lay them out slowly and string them up gently for me | |
| Small piles of sticks built up like temples to time in the sun | |
| Beds of green leaves laid out where fear and O negative burn | |
| Strange to see you in a suit but your shoes are still red | |
| Strange to see you at the front after all that you said | |
| Your face changed a long time ago | |
| But you're the same underneath this sleet | |
| That whirls around like a line between worlds | |
| And there are birds in here singing lullabies to me | |
| About bodies and you and me and all that we've seen | |
| And you and all that you've seen | |
| Bring back the bodies and open them for me | |
| Lift out their shimmering hearts in the morning | |
| Bring back the yellow and black of the ocean | |
| Let me out slowly and sing to me coldly | |
| Bring back the yellow and black of the bodies | |
| Let me in slowly and string me up sensitively |
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