We're deep in her diary now A month for every kiss And this passion-in-hours amounts To little more than this She keeps wisteria I keep forgetting to die We keep on getting there She keeps a distance I keep forgetting to die We'll keep on getting there Sickly thug and me She keeps wisteria I keep turning to lapis lazuli A pistol whipping wind Sickly thug and me Our hearts fire blanks Over the marshes The river lee Was there anything Really moving in the news tonight? If there's no hope for us There'll be no respite Just a drop or two From a bottle of the widow's mite We'll keep on getting there I'll just happen to you We'll be back from somewhere else We'll never get to Over here may be bad Realissimo bad But that nameless other place It's far far worse I'm an innocent I never resisted Alcohol and coloured beads Broken sunshine swells The length of waltham beach And nothing ever changes And nothing ever lasts for long It just stays out of reach This feeling's mutual For sickly thug and me This feeling's mutual now But so separately We're burning up We're collapsing into probability And there's no hope for us And there's no respite Just a drop or two From a bottle of the widow's mite