Swansea

She stands still in her dress

skin beginning to crawl

aroma of bloom floats to the ground

as leaves are starting to fall

And she's trying so hard not to let herself slip

And she's gnashing her teeth at the thought

That as she looks down and sits helplessly still

She's wishing she had hands like God

She could sign on the line

Her promise she could withdraw

Black Velvet capes on wysteria drapes

and thoughts that rush with their thaw

don't try to wake me (no don't try to wake me)

no don't try to call (don't try to call)

And if I feel moved to be confused (don't you know)

I'll let you know

Someday they'll probably say

It was more than her two hands could hold

Suffer the weight, there's no sinners fate

And I'm sure that I will go on