We lined up there, pale, stiff, and cold
Like racks of bread and breakfast toast
So high up on the slate quarry
That you swore that you could see the coast
I thought I lost you in the dark
Only twenty-four feet apart
More stories tightrope on that stare
Than the same white line at Meurig Park
The dirt above, the stars below
I watched your face dry cold amid the afterglow
And when they think of you and me
It's clear if you're the doormat, I'm the hickory
Happenstance can wait for tomorrow
'Cause you got to do it right
Your shoulders flow from neck like a wine bottle's
Bear them broad tonight
You and I, we consecrate
My heart and all resolve might break
You'll know us by the way we crawl
You'll know us by our cemetery gaits
Dawn comes, awoken by sheep's bleat
A fleet of hearses line the street
A widow sobs, more widows weep
While we intrude like a widow's peak
I shimmy up the cenotaph
Regale with my melancholy
Two words upon my headstone, please
Don't need date or name, just "Sad Story"
Happenstance can wait for tomorrow
'Cause you got to do it right
Your shoulders flow from neck like a wine bottle's
Bear them broad tonight
You and I, we consecrate
My heart and all resolve might break
You'll know us by the way we crawl
You'll know us by our cemetery gaits
They boast of poets on their side
But what use will they be if this comes to a fight?
I glance along the length of pew
And all that I can think's I want to undress you
Happenstance can wait for tomorrow
'Cause you got to do it right
Your shoulders flow from neck like a wine bottle's
Bear them broad tonight
You and I, we consecrate
My heart and all resolve might break
You'll know us by the way we crawl
You'll know us by our cemetery gaits
Happenstance can wait for tomorrow
'Cause you got to do it right
Your shoulders flow from neck like a wine bottle's
Bear them broad tonight
You and I, we consecrate
My heart and all resolve might break
You'll know us by the way we crawl
You'll know us by our cemetery gaits