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The Lyrics

THE
I remember a jet slowly
Low and heavy a sky of slate
I remember the of your elbow
As it back
In the crack of fists across a
I remember the suck of in mud
Guttural, sexual, in clandestine woods

THE
Down at the edge
Below the bed
The smell of lilac in hair
the stinging nettles grow
And the rushes blow
I left you in a there

to ashes and dust to dust
Buildings and dreams dissolve rust
Now all the flowers are turning
Cause the circus is to town
the circus is coming to town

THE
I dying to cry out
But throat-stuck with briars and
As ruddy lips grew much ruddier

THE
Step you now
We must keep our down
The of remorse
close on the wind
Take your face off, be shy
They can't hunt you their eyes
But surely they know the of sin

Ashes to ashes and dust to
and dreams dissolve into rust
Now all the flowers are turning
Cause the is coming to town
the circus is coming to town

THE
I remember falling, back
Into that bed: a mesh of twigs
Deflowered like a bride
In the ground swell of
Underneath deciduous canopy
Propped up with jagged
Is a train or thunder coming?
Is a train or thunder?