Bush In a Lonely Place
caressing the marble and stone
love that was special for one
the waste and the fever and hate
how i wish you were here with me now
the body that kills and hides
matches an awful delight
one like a dog 'round your feet
how i wish you were here with me now
the hangman looks 'round as he waits
gullet stretches tight and it breaks
someday we will die in you arms
how i wish we were here with you now
