From the recording Songs from Fiction Pt 1 EP

Lyrics

She left me cold on a summer’s day
Left me for someone she met on a trip away
Traded in my calloused hands, overalls and promised land
For you, in your three-piece suit, spectacles and polished boots and your love

Now all my days seem long
Early mornings, frost at dawn
I hear the drumming of cloven feet
Hot breath and swollen teats and their bellows

Watching birds fly
I compose my sweet goodbyes
It’s all I can do, for not having you

You worked all night at the old folk’s home
Strange tonic for being alone
You hear night terrors in empty rooms
The sting of bleach on linoleum when the light comes in

You moved into the house next door
Swept clean the rotting floor
You threw your wedding dress across the bed
Stoked the fire and combed their heads for the morrow

Watching birds fly
I compose my sweet goodbyes
It’s all I can do for not having you
It’s all I can do for not having you