This is a carcass bleating for a story
Cross wires rusting and synapses falling
The violent boyfriend face flashes up
Is that all that happened to the so-called us?

For me the red walls
And your bed very much calling
From a loveless night
And now it's very much morning

So if I've got a heart
A last sucking gasp
Empty tubes grappling on the spot
Ingesting her everything and everything she’s not

For me the red walls
And your bed very much calling
From a loveless night
And now it's very much morning

A violent house fire house for a mouse
Gave her context for stricken smiles
As she wept with the dog
And her untrod miles
My always packed bags
Are heavy on my back
I return for the millionth time
And left again sometime after that

For me the red walls
And your bed very much calling
From a loveless night
And now it's very much morning

Neil told me, I love you
And I do
I never knew
That a bus stop on Holloway Road
Would be the last time I ever saw you

For me the red walls
And your bed very much calling
From a loveless night
And now it's very much morning
And now it's very much morning